Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

It's another buses-cancelled day so no kiddos for childcare... Leaving some extra opportunity to practice what I poem 😅💕 Pour a secon...

This poem was written with young parents in mind but has something in it for us oldies too😉😄 (yes, it's muddy boots and wet-everything...

While I was arranging my advent center-piece the dried black beans I soaked overnight boiled over.  (every so often I soak a bunch, then coo...

Some supper-nights are more chatter-y than others;  lots of laughter at tonight's meal reminded me to Cherish It takes more than revivin...

 for the ka-jillion times I've done this, there are no photo-keepsakes, I remarked to Victoria yesterday, Maybe we should have ...

Yesterday some of us traveled those dusty roads to the Past as we lived some Good Old Days of the Goldstone General Store . It reminded m...

 Rest in Peace, Lois and thank-you for the fond memories!  In all the years I knew Lois two things never changed; her smile and h...

Sometimes when looking back we think We want what time has mimed to naught Save in the pitter-patter of Love tiptoeing acr...