Tuesday, June 24, 2014


“Home”
By Kathy Reeves
When I walked in that night—my last night walking in from that job, that commute I’d done for thirteen years—he was waiting for me.
It had been a good day, but a hard day. Saying goodbye to some good people, yet still holding onto grudges against others. Was I free, or was I cast out? Chased off or escapee?  Both, maybe, I’d decided during the long ride home.

So when I walked in that night, I had mixed feelings about having left. Layered on top, of course, was the guilt.

Love is not simple, is it? Of course, no matter how I felt about what I’d done, what mattered more was what he felt. I must have disappointed him. The loss of my income could affect both of us—now and later. I was putting down my burden, but how much would now fall on him?

He met me with a dozen roses, a smile, and a glass of wine.

“I’m proud of you,” he said.

That’s what love is.

 

Thursday, June 19, 2014

BOTH

 I have much for which I am grateful,

Thankfully

My body is shot through and through

I live on social security

Tolerable

Quality,

not quantity the doctor says

Still, I want both.

 
Melba Walton

March 1, 2005

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

BUTTERFLY

My romance with blossoms in an arboretum,
is the most picturesque moment in ultimatum.

I can decorate your garden in style,
provided, you keep the flora in pride.
Elated to dabble with a child,
as long as, both of us get stirred.
I can pose in variety of striking colors,
competing positively with seasonal flavors.
I am the world's most aesthetic insect,
  with my graphics globally perfect.

I Love
I love to print words of heartiness
I love to air speeches of liveliness

I love to beam actions of peacefulness
I love to shower feelings of tenderness
In me, you, and all; by my prayers to God.

Ramesh Anand