Thursday’s Child

Thursday’s Child has far to go…

This line dates back to 1838,

And has so many interpretations,

Both positive and negative.

Some read it as these children will go far in life.

Succeeding and excelling beyond their peers.

Some see it as children who will face great challenges…

From autism to physical impairments and more.

Another version says these are the children

Who will have long and fruitful lives.

So many expectations to pile on a child,

Just because of the day they were born.

But then again, Thursday’s children…

They know they can handle it!


Quiet Missed

Noise poured out like a raging river,

Growing and shattering any remaining peace.

It’s source of undetectable amid the chaos.

Too many sounds to come from just one point.

Hands fly up, shielding sensitive ears.

The cacophony confused and impaired her.

She just needed to outlast them,

Or flee the situation, but that’s not an option.

Finally, the crowd dispersed and quiet returned.

Peace found her late, but at last.



Pour in the suds.

Add the fragrance too.

Lilac hued chips sprinkled in.

Little purple buds with green

Dance through the bouquet

Gracing the plant shelf.

What is this?

Little purple flecks,

Mixed in with my tea.

Who knew lavender

Had worked its way

Into my life so much.


I Wish

Your words float over me, enticing.

How I wish your words were for me.

Your stories intrigue me to a different life.

How I wish we’d lived those lives together.

Your voice touches me, haunting and raspy.

How I wish you’d whisper me to sleep again.


Irish Eyes a’Smilin

Shamrocks sprouting all about,

Dishes with corned beef and sauerkraut.

It’s that time when green and orange fly

And everyone sees Irish in their eye.

Flights of fancy and lucky leprechauns

And every guy wishes his name were Sean

So get your shamrock shakes while they last.

This Erin Go Bragh season goes fast!


Savoring Morning

Early morning, the sun blazes through the heavy fog.

Dew coats the windows and each blade of grass.

The gentle fragrance of jasmine floats on the air.

Yes, today will be a beautiful day; savor it.


Jane’s Way

Jane stepped out to her front porch. The gulf breeze wafted on the air on this cool February morning. Soon Spring heat would settle over the island, but for today, the weather was pleasant.

She donned her bicycle helmet. It had a soft straw cover, befitting a woman of leisure, which she apparently became when she retired. A vibrant sash encircled the brim; she switched these to coordinate with her outfit. Today’s was hot pink, matching her capri pants and her brightly patterned shirt.

She stepped off her porch and walked along side the wax flowers and grasses that graced the front of her little cottage, until she reached the one car garage. After a few punches on the access pad, the garage opened. She ducked in, barely missing the bottom of the door with her hat, then returned with her bike in hand.

It was a simple three-speed beach rider, with oversized wheels, a wide seat, and two saddlebag style baskets at the rear. The aqua blue bike even had a cup holder on the handlebars to hold her iced cold… water. Well, that’s what the kids thought anyway!

Jane lowered the garage door, dropped her wallet and keys in one of the baskets, and mounted the bike. Soon, the breeze was in her face, and she lazily paddled down to the town center. A few times, she kicked her Sketchers covered feet out like a little kid, enjoying the ride.

She arrived at her first stop. As she dismounted, she took in a deep breath. The smells of fresh baked patisserie and bread filled her lungs. It was time for breakfast.

A small crowd gathered at the entrance. Two children ran about their parents and grandparents. The young mother looked up and smiled as Jane approached. “Nice hat! I love it!”

Jane smiled back and responded, “Thanks! Have to stay stylish in my old age.” Then she winked at the girl. “Are you already on the list?”

The group all nodded. Apparently they were all together. So Jane slipped by them and entered the cafe.

“Hi Jane! Come on in and have a seat. They’re waiting for us to put some tables together.” The hostess waved her to a quiet booth out of traffic. “Your usual tea?”

“Yes, thank you, Sarah,” she replied as she loosened and removed her helmet, placing it beside her on the booth.

As she waited, she scrolled through her phone, making comments on her nieces, nephews, and other family posts of pictures. It’s how she stayed connected living so far away.

Her tea arrived and she gently picked it up and took a sip. “Perfect!” She mumbled to herself as Sarah busied herself setting up the table for the large party and escorted them in.

Sarah returned to Jane. “Let’s get your order in,” as she tilted her head to the large party, “We can’t have our favorite customer waiting.”

Jane looked over the menu she had already memorized from her frequent trips and selected a decadent eggs printanier with a side pain au chocolat. “I know, not my typical breakfast.” She winked at Sarah before she wandered back to the kitchen.

Jane returned to her phone and found today’s word games on the New York Times app. She tapped away at the screen, solving the mini. Then she heard a little voice to her side.

A little girl, not more than six, laid her syrup covered hands on Jane’s helmet. “I like your hat. Do they make them in my size?”

Jane looked over and paused. Many would be annoyed to see sticky hands touching their things. But no, not Jane. She just smiled at the cherub face. Sure, she had to clean her helmet, but the angelic smile melted her childless heart.

“I don’t know. But let me see.” Jane clicked away at her phone and found the site. Sure enough they did. “Here, show this to your mom.” She handed her phone over without a second thought.

“Mommy, they do!” She squealed as she toddled over and showed the site to her family.

Her mom sounded surprised and smiled at Jane. “Thank you!” The little girl wandered back and returned her phone.

“Sure, anytime!” Then Jane turned back to her table as Sarah delivered her food. “Thanks, Sarah. Looks delicious!”

Jane savored every bite of her breakfast, then languished over her tea, reading up on today’s events on the island. Not much happens on Tuesdays here, so it would be just another day in paradise.


Folding Fan

The gentle stroke of the brush

Slides across the crisp paper.

Flowing lines and flowering vine

Dance elegantly across the fan.

Let it dry and then crease in the pleats.

Softly coat the edge in gold to let it shine.

Striking dark wood attached to the ends,

Then fasten a small tassel to the heel.

Now watch it flit and fly like a butterfly.



Rising this morning, as the day started anew,

The skies were of blue and pink cotton candy.

Softly, the world woke from its slumber.

Birds chirped and flirted in the branches,

While squirrels dashed through the grasses.

Fur babies sat at the windows, wide-eyed,

Chittering and swishing their tails.

Welcome quiet weekend mornings,

Welcome Saturdays, a day to finally relax.