Papa

On this Father’s Day I decided to write a poem in part for the father that Adam didn’t have a chance in this life to be and in part for all the fathers in my life I know and love. As I wrote this poem, I was inspired by several father/son duos in my own…

If I Could Write You Again

It’s that time again: another Adam poem. I wrote this poem after pondering the first line in my head for several days now: “If I could write you.” It seemed a fitting thought, with all the writing I do. The best thing about being a writer is the power to control worlds and people with…

Let Me Remember

Today is Memorial Day, a day of remembrance, which covers so much territory. Therefore, this is a post in three parts, but every part hearkens back to this special day. Part 1: Primarily it’s a day to honor those men and women in the military who gave their lives for our freedoms. It’s so easy…

A Mother’s Arms

For this coming week—week three after the accident—I wrote a poem that is a tribute to both Adam and my mother. Actually, I wrote this poem a week ago on Mother’s Day, but, because of circumstances, we didn’t celebrate it until today. My mother is the very best person I know. She has all the…

You’re a Part of Me

Ever since Adam died I’ve been writing poetry. Poetry is a fickle mistress and you can’t force the words, if they don’t flow you have to wait. Which is why my poetry is sporadic at best. Free verse is even harder to come by. You have to get the rhythm right or it sounds too…