My Poetry
Tribute to Mom & Dad
To Mom & Dad
Today I’m grateful to you both for all the things I’ve learned.
That carried me throughout this time to heal myself by flight of mind returned.
Returned to the pristine earth you
Dad (Dad with Queenie and friend)
For Father
Dad you are very special I remember long ago.
You knew the names of everything I ever wanted to know.
You told me about this earth and most all of the things that grew,
Animals and
Mom (with her ‘catch’ and Butch)
“Mothers Hands”
My mother’s hand
Wiped noses
Picked roses
Made dresses
Combed tresses
Picked berries and
Bright cherries
Whipped tears
Quieted fears
My mothers hands deserve rainbows.
Janet Louise
Stewardship (native rhododendron)
Stewardship
It is for the children that I fear,
as the forests disappear
It is a tragedy that some may never see
vine maple leaves suspended in and
through the trees.
And if the
MRI (mountain lake)
MRI
The young brave stomped brown bare feet.
The unkind ground was dry.
Just one drum did rhythm beat,
then water flowed from the earth that cried.
A single feather limply hung
on top a pole in
