deception poem # 1 my stalwart upright grandfather“took the pledge” when a youthnever to touch alcohol never didnor did the farm men a stipulationof their hiring those found drinkingwere fired on the spot I was eight orso when my mom made a genuineplum pudding for a holiday dinnergrampa and grama were our guestsmother poured the […]
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Flee Circus
My mom left when I was young, and my former husband left me too. Maybe because of this, I’ve noticed that I’m quick to assume that any man I’m seeing is ditching me. In the early stages of dating, if there’s a lag in calling or texting me back, I’ll lash out – block the […]
PARADOX
PARADOXBy Vera Wardner Dougan Holidays are portrayed as times of rejoicing but as we all come to knowthey are often fraught with grief. It seems appropriate to share this poemat this season. It was written by my mother in 1925; I have it in a booklet, Mirrors, that she put together for my father, family […]
