/ louis gander
Tell Me Why
Some children laughed and giggled withtheir mother at a store.Ignored- the old and lonely onesmy heart is bleeding for.
Her Old Rocker
He asked if I'd sell her old rocker.He asked me what I'd sell it for.He gave a most generous offer,then said he could pay a bit more.
Tears Of Joy
I'd worked and sacrificed and slaved with neverending toil -and planted many seeds of doubt in rich, organic soil.
One More Day
A gravely serious, sobering and thought-provoking poem which indirectly asks, "How in the world am I living?"
One Final Tear
The heart determines how they flow -and why they come so fast -as tears pour down in numbers fromthe first to very last.
About 15 minutes before Sunday School started, as children and parents would arrive (and join in singing), my father would lead the gospel choruses singing while playing his old familiar guitar...
Oh Tiny Bud
The winners flaunt their daily lives when pride's indulging self arrives, ignoring young and helpless those, with hungry gut and dirty clothes.