Great-Grandmother

Grandmother mine,sweet touch of God.Reminiscing you me,never were at odds. Dear Father God myheart it beats off sound. My countenance low,I see only the ground. Sweet grandmother Ione day will see yourmother above cloudsfrom a love so pure.  (For my waiting Great-Grandmother. May you rest in peace. We will see each other again.) ———————————————————- I…

Against The Grain

I wrote the words,pain pushed the keys.In my mind a shadowmacabre called me forth. The liquor, once years Itasted long ago found myvicious distaste of allmy weaknesses soft spot. I’ve asked all that istender into my realmbut still the rum spoke:“Hide pain of your regrets.” “You are a soldier of mine,”so said the bottle.As hurt…