“No one remembers the former generations, and even those yet to come will not be remembered by those who follow them.”

Part 1

Cruel laughter rings
Around a five-year-old boy

Look at the little baby!
He carries a teddy bear!

And tears appear in the eyes
Of the young, confused boy

And the toy bear

Part 2

She was a lithesome seventeeen
Wanting to leave girlhood behind;
He was so handsome, quiet, forceful
He filled her soul, her heart, her mind

Giving herself to adult pleasure
Finding too late the price of lust;
Violence breaking out in ruin
Having a baby, broken trust

Young single mom setting up a nursery
Worn teddy bear for the baby’s bed;
The only gift that his father left him
So many things must stay

Part 3

His mother died when he was only six
He had no father that he’d ever known
He set off with his grandmother to live
Some other place, with everything unknown

His only friend, a tattered sewn-up toy
The house smelled funny, all his tears were spent;
He hugged his only friend up to face
Just trying to recall
His mother’s scent


on the lee side

there’s little shelter to be found

once ship has left the port;

the elements will have their say

and nature make its sport —


for trouble, and adventure, both

can lead, or, devastate:

and sailors no more dodge the wind

than lovers hide

from fate

Air and Water

I was born of air and water
Thought and feeling
Breath and tears;

Not of soil, nor of fire:
Slowly yielding
Through the years

As I learned how I was destined:
Character is
Fate indeed —

I was born of air and water
Sky and bayou
All I need

The Highland Girl

She’s traveled almost everywhere…


She’s traveled almost everywhere
To cities, valleys, islands:
But longs now just to breathe the air
Out in the verdant Highlands

To walk along a keening wall
Among the Summer heather;
To stay until the mordant Fall
Brings cold and windy weather

She hears the pipes of old come through
The ancient voices call her;
The modern mother turns again
Into the ancestral daughter

Passing Love On

We have these things but for a time…

Passed On

We have these things but for a time
And much of it is chance

These fates and opportunities
That can our lives enhance

We didn’t build the chessboard
Whether king or queen or pawn

Since all we have is borrowed
Love should always be passed on