To My Ian I take down April’s memories, Of six and twenty years ago, When heavy clouds hung dark and full, And rain began to flow. I felt a weight depart from me, A sudden, hollow fear "Is he alive?" I screamed, afraid, That you were no longer near. For silence filled the heavy room, As shadows of a loss once felt Stirred within the sudden gloom, And all my courage dealt. But you were being warmed and held, While your father, in the grace Of those years when love was still ou

Card Shower at Christmas, For Mama, December 17, 2025 The tree is lit with a gentle glow, While outside falls the winter snow. And though the days may drift and haze, We bask within this papered blaze. A shower of love, a grand display, To brighten up your Christmas day. From friends afar and hearts so near, The mailman brought a wealth of cheer. Envelopes of red and gold and white, Now fill the room with festive light. Each one a bridge, a hand to hold, With stories of you

On Joining the Daughters of the American Revolution, 1993 (Written 04.06.1995 For Mama, As We Are a Legacy) In ninety-three, the year my path began, At twenty-one, completing history's plan . I walked into the fold, the Chapter known as Pulaski, In Georgia's heart, a heritage was laid on me. The tie that binds is threefold, strong, and clear: God, Home, and Country, banishing all fear. My mother's light, a leader at the helm, Called me to service in this hallowed realm. I cla