Words to Remember My Grandfather

I’m six years old, and I can’t sit still. I’m so excited because it’s Grandparents’ Day, and my grandparents are coming to visit my class. When Grandpa walks in, I pull him and Grandma over to my desk. I listen impatiently as the other grandparents talk about their lives, and then finally, my teacher asks…

Poeming Once a Week #3

when dreams pass on there’s a lifeless dream floating in the air tonight a specter that reaches with wispy gnarled fingers for the one who summoned him but Time shuts the door upon that ancient reverie its fingers disappear mist evaporating into lonely darkness