I feel like a queen
On my porcelain throne
It serves me well
I’m never alone Continue reading
Tag Archives: Poem
Frozen
Nearly half a million dollars
and in the winter it’s unusable
I know it’s “only” Eagle Bay
but this is inexcusable! Continue reading
To Them
The snomobilers are happy
The Arctic temps they
do not fear.
The snow to them is like
the foam
That tops an ice cold beer.
—by Betty Harwood
P.S. If I have offended
anyone, I’ve lost my cool.
Card of thanks
Perhaps you sent a lovely card,
Or sat quietly in a chair.
Perhaps you sent a funeral spray, If so we saw it there.
Perhaps you spoke the kindest words,
That anyone could say.
Perhaps you were not there at all,
Just thought of us that day.
Whatever you did to console our hearts,
We thank you so much, whatever the part.
The family of Lance Cornish
’Fess Up
I never paid much attention to
my age.
The kids were my concern
With four birthday parties every year
They each got their turn.
NOW
Every one is a grandparent.
They put their age on hold
Finally, it dawned on me
Oops! I’m getting old.
But age isn’t the issue
It’s the physical mobility and
a brain that is still working.
It’s the goal I set for me.
P.S. I’m not kidding!
—Betty Harwood
Time
Time is an intangible flighty thing.
Like a hummingbird, perpetually on the wing.
Flits from second, to minute to hour,
At a neverending pace.
How can one identify it? It doesn’t have a face.
But, ah! The thought occurred to me,
If one could keep track,
You’re sure to recognize it, whenever you look back!
Remember the time???
—Betty Harwood
P.S. ~ A holiday is the time to celebrate, and may your New Year be full of pleasant suprises!
—B.H.
A Filthy Portal…
A Filthy Portal
A stable, suitable for livestock.
Mud-encrusted hoofs, matted manes, grass entangled wool,
Barnyard stink heavy in the air.
This is a gritty maternity ward,
Dim and dank, Continue reading