My Compass


A map does not exist for life
But those who are fortunate
 Find a compass

Be honorable
Be kind
Be respectful
Be generous of spirit

My moral compass
Sits reading the newspaper
In a small town in New Jersey
Unaware of the impact
His perspective
His teaching
His life
Has had on my life

…thank you Dad…


Bubblegum and Steel


With each barb thrown
She grew stronger
Her gentle façade
Camouflaged a core of steel
That was tempered
With life’s hurts and heartaches

As they slashed and poked
She bent and folded
Standing her ground without seeming to
Springing back to form as they turned away
Unaware of her endurance

Through Life’s onslaught
Her bubblegum laugh would sing out
Not loud or brassy
But consistent and true

For she was one of those rare few
Designed not to conquer or be conquered
Rather she brightened and buoyed
Refreshing all those lucky enough
To be touched by her

— Gail, you will be so very missed —



At first glance
 She seems fragile
Her rippled shadow
Insubstantial as a windblown reed or dragonfly’s wing
But look deeper…

Do not imagine that strength is bound in muscle or bone
It is her Spirit that stands tall against the world
She points at obstacles
With a pink, gauze-wrapped finger
Declaring her prerogative, her will
Tenacious and inevitable
Walls will crumble


Our Path

the path

The Path requires forward motion
So we forge on
At times, hands clutching hands
At others, fingers simply touching

Inevitably, the Path splits
The left route pulling him
The right calling to me

If he tugs harder
And I go left with him
Is it no longer my Path; simply his?

If I tug harder
Causing him to veer with me
Will he yearn for the Path not taken?

If we diverge
Going our separate ways
There will be no more ‘us’
…only him and her

If we compromise
Creating a center Path
Do we essentially please neither?
And with that compromise
Do we grow, or are we diminished?

Is the goal
To walk the Path
With his hand in mine
Or is to arrive at the destination?

I will not ‘follow’ the Path
For it is not a map or blueprint designed to guide

Rather it is a chronicle of choices
That can be viewed
Only when looking back


CherishAge changes love
 I know that infinite possibilities
No longer await – if they ever really did

For my time with you is finite
And ever shortening

The fire and passion that defined my love
Is now more lukewarm and comforting
It has morphed into soft down
That enfolds, always touching

I now understand
 Love is shortlived
For life is shortlived

And much more precious because of it

For Those Who Can’t Be Here (reposted from Dec 2012)

christmas tree in nj

While thoughts are of presents
And cards and eggnogs
Singing sweetly of carols
And lighting Yule logs

It’s easy to miss
All the ones we can’t see
Who can’t wrap the presents
Or put up a tree.

They’re the ones who stand for us
Who man the front lines
Whose lives are at risk
While our safe country dines

On turkey and ham
And all sorts of sweet stuff
Unaware of the danger
Making it tough

For the ones who protect us
Who promise to give
Their lives and their honor
So we can live

With freedom and safety
Although not worry free
Since the world is not gentle
When they disagree

They don’t have their loved ones
They’re far, far away
From all that’s familiar
On this Christmas Day

As you wrap all those presents
And try on those clothes
Pause for a moment
Remembering those

Who would like to be with us
But will remain strong
And keep us in safety
For however long.

…you are not forgotten…

(Reposted from December 14, 2012)