Sonnet to Dave on His 72nd Birthday (in iambic pentameter)
In ‘fifty-two a baby came along To add a gentleness to what we had: The geeky girl who thought her brain was strong, The cocky son who followed every fad. He had a special place as Grampa’s prince, The godson…
Morning Devotions
To worship at the altar Of this sacred life, Blessing All That Is…. Cultivates grace. To accept and allow It all, Even if just for a moment…. Grows me. © Gail Barrie 2022