Tears of sadness; tears of joy As I watch my little boy Turn the page and start anew Rites of passage all too soon His future’s tangled in the past A song connecting first and last Brothers who will never meet Connected by a song so sweet I think of then and think of now; I wipe the tears that fall For all that’s lost and all that’s found – I think about it all I...
During the long, painful years when we were having so much trouble trying to bring a healthy child into the world, many well-meaning friends would often say – in a soft, gentle voice, “have you considered (pause for dramatic effect) adoption?” And I think I did a pretty good job of being patient with these people, especially as I understood that they were only trying to help...
Whenever I’ve gone on job interviews over the years, there has always been one question that I’ve always dreaded – where do you see yourself in five/ten years’ time. I’ve never known how to respond, since I was always fairly certain that any answer I gave was not going to be the right one for them. I was never looking to climb the corporate ladder; I’ve never been interested...
Tattered and torn – we’re ripped at the seams With horrible nightmares replacing the dreams Except here’s the thing – you’re really awake And it seems like the world is just ready to break But all you can do is watch as it falls Because no one’s prepared to heed any calls We’re sinking in deeper – we’re all going down Because no one’s prepared to make any sound As the world...
For those of us who grew up in the 70s, spending Saturday mornings in front of the television was practically de rigueur. This was back in the days when flying anvils (created by Acme, of course) was the “height” of violence, and Hanna-Barbera was the the undisputed king of the Saturday morning cartoon. One of my all-time favorites was “Magilla...
Every year in the days leading up to my birthday, I enter a period of self-reflection. I look back on the events of the past year and think about how they may have reshaped my life. In the years before we had our son (who arrived just over a week before my birthday back in 2004), I would often see my birthday as a milestone that marked another year of failing to achieve our...
Once upon a time, there was a region called the Middle East. It was a very complicated little corner of the world, as the people who lived there were often at odds with one another. Most of the people couldn’t agree on anything – they had different ideas about the past, and they could not manage to find common ground regarding the present or future. Why, they couldn’t even...
The little boy – he’s six today; oh how the time does fly The days that pass so quickly; the months that just rush by Even now, I gaze in awe, unable to believe The little boy in front of me, tugging at my sleeve I take him in my arms, this little boy of mine As I pull him close, his eyes begin to shine A swirling of emotions; they take me by surprise Overcome by love, and...
My home in the sky is just full of delights Not all of them having to do with the heights That allow me to see things I’d just rather not Like neighbors who wee and then shower a lot But by the same token – I suppose that it’s fair That they can see us if they stop and then stare So be careful I must, when walking around To have something on – at least up if not down I wish...
I wrote this for the daughter of a friend, and tried to incorporate as many of her likes and personality traits (as conveyed by my friend) as I could. ******************* The girl with the faraway look in her eye Is watching the sun as it sets in the sky Long summer days and warm lazy nights She laughs with her friends as a candle ignites The girl with the faraway look in her...