Category: Love
Remembering Daddy
Why do birds sing without him in the world?How long will it take for my heart to uncurl? When will the sun and the wind give grief space, and be
Lucille Louise Isensee Yager 1924-2020
Lucille Louise Isensee Yager 1924 – 2020 I am honored to be a member of the Yager family. While each of them is entirely too modest to say, the entire
Chanel No. 5
Mama was born to be a fifties housewife. Dyed blond beehive, red claws, silk heels. Her Cadillac convertible was white with blue interior. Her diamond large. Her watch square. Classic.
A Bride’s Tribute
Hear ye. Hear ye. Lend thy earto hear a tale of my man here, more Rubenesque than Roman God, no covering for his top façade. Still, a fine specimen by
Blue, my heart dog
I close 2015 with our very saddest moments – we lost our beloved boy, Blue in September just a few days after they discovered two masses, thought to be cancer
Love, Love, Love
Alarm clock noise bizzzzzzzzz
It’s 5 AM. I slip quietly out of our bed, tip toe down the hall, put on my lucky fishing shirt.
Forevermore
The morning sun rises in the gap between the bedroom curtains,
sunlight slices across my face.
My mind stirs slowly through the fog of sleep
Throwing Back Shots
I was living outside Lansing where the winters are dark, cold and long. We have a huge football stadium, a great debate team, and well-known parties. A spring day is
Wendell Carl Murray 1951-2021
My name is Barbara Reese Yager and I’ve known Jackie for 21 years through rescuing dogs.
Thumb Wrestling
My pen poises over my mother-in-law’s birthday card. My mind has lost touch. What is the date? I spy it on the calendar, June eleventh. “Dear…” What is her name?
Holly Suzanne Yager 1983-2002
The low-lying cloud lies on my newly, furrowed field. I breathe in the musty Delta bottom. The low-lying cloud lies on my newly, furrowed field. I breathe in the musty Delta bottom. A puff of Spring breeze conjures up my Holly’s spirit
Flesh and Blood
When you see your son, hold him up high, praise the Lord for the miracle of your flesh in another. Let him see the world as fresh and new. Life
Dating Frogs and Wedding Day
What do I say to my Prince of today that a thousand poets haven’t said over a thousand years? Which words string together my surprise at finding you right on
Bill Baumgaertner 1947-2021
Sandy, this is the moment where your friends have no words, no words that we think will matter to you, or lessen the pain.
Winter Moon
My old dog and I walk the tree lined path. The high winter moon hits the highest point making a lacy pattern of shadows. The hard snow glistens on soft
Our Girl, Krista
I wake in a morning fog and greet another day.
I feel doom but, don’t know what it is.
Just doom lurking.
My mind darts from side to side,
Mountain Island Lake
The small wood boat slices through the lake
Beads of water fly like diamonds toward my face
I look out towards the tree-lined shore