A Look Back


A humble room, the bed is pushed up against the green wall. The iron head board bobs with every childish wiggle.
The half dresser half wardrobe was the shiniest thing in the room. The most facinating for us as kids was my mom’s pedal operated Singer sewing machine. That was at the front of the room, near the window. The daylight was better there.

At dusk, the kerosene lamp sits on the dinner table offering light through its glass shade. On it the white inscription, “HOME SWEET HOME”. As we sat in bed, waiting for my dad we can barely contain our excitement. It was time for bedtime stories with pictures cast in shadows against the wall.

tall tales of nature –
duck quacks, wiggles his tail
tadpole on his back



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Heading out of spring into summer, yard cleanup is a family event. Matiarch, patriarch and newbies all set for outdoor fun and work. The grill is going, the smells of summer is underway. The shortest family member teeter totterinng about the yard with all eyes on him. Something by the garage door has his attention, reaching down, buttom’s up – hoping for steady.

muddy fingers reach

frog leaps away from toddler

off to see the world