Happy New Year!

  I don't want to think about cancer now.
  My basket overflows with good intentions.
  Let's focus on the positive and pray for you
  to beat disease and look to a great holiday!
  April is the cruelest month to survive with
  fierce weather and a lull in love's kindness.
  Please, don't die near Christmas. It would
  kill me. Hang on 'til after New Years Eve.

6 Alcott Lane

  6 Alcott Lane

I'm a worn out old man.
I want to go back to Alcott
where the world was in a jar
and we were masters of the
woods. We knew the creeks and
lake and swung on vines Tarzan
like and ran home to supper and
homework and TV and slumber
and dad off to work at 5am hacking
in the bushes and off he went in
the flesh colored rocket ship that
was a a '57 Chevorlet Bel Air.

Houdini

       Houdini

I wanted to make you proud.
Your first born boy namesake.
March 23,1949. You were back
from war nerves on edge and
work was scarce and you kept
exploding in rage and we all
vibrated with fear and felt
your pain and war's hell and
pitied and loved you always.
Mom closed the windows in
summer so the neighbors
wouldn't hear and we went
to our rooms and mastered
the art of disappearing.