O Mournful Night #Poetry, #Wednesday Words

Image contains: Abbie, smiling.After my mother’s passing,
I wash dishes, mouth the words
to that familiar carol, her favorite.
As soap washes away scum
from plates, glasses, flatware,
my tears wash away grief,
leave me at peace.

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One night a year or so after my mother’s death, I was washing dishes while listening to a program of Christmas music on television. When I heard “O Holy Night,” I was inspired to write the above poem. You can click on the Play button below to hear me recite it and sing the song, accompanying myself on piano. This post is part of Dr. Crystal Grimes’ holiday blogging party. To participate, click here.

Please note that for the next few days, I’ll be taking a staycation to celebrate the holiday. So, I won’t be posting here again until Monday. Merry Christmas!

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New! The Red Dress

Copyright July 2019 by DLD Books

Front cover contains: young, dark-haired woman in red dress holding flowers

When Eve went to her high school senior prom, she wore a red dress that her mother had made for her. That night, after dancing with the boy of her dreams, she caught him in the act with her best friend. Months later, Eve, a freshman in college, is bullied into giving the dress to her roommate. After her mother finds out, their relationship is never the same again.

Twenty-five years later, Eve, a bestselling author, is happily married with three children. Although her mother suffers from dementia, she still remembers, and Eve still harbors the guilt for giving the dress away. When she receives a Facebook friend request from her old college roommate and an invitation to her twenty-five-year high school class reunion, then meets her former best friend by chance, she must confront the past in order to face the future.

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Wednesday Words Poetry Challenge: Fly and Sing (Synonyms Only)

Image contains: Abbie, smiling.The following nonet was inspired by Colleen Chesebro’s weekly poetry challenge and a song. This week’s words are “fly” and “sing,” and you’ll note that I used “carry tunes” and “soaring” as synonyms. You can click the button below the poem to hear me recite it, then play and sing the song that also inspired it.

SINGING CHRISTMAS PRAISES

 

During the holiday season, I
carry tunes of joy, peace, hope, love,
celebrate this holy night
of the blessed Saviour’s birth
with soaring voice, heart,
fall to my knees
while angels
behold
Him.

 

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My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds

That’s Life: New and Selected Poems

How to Build a better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver

We Shall Overcome

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