I wrote this poem one glorious spring day in April 1979. At the time, I was young, and things seemed to be looking up for me. I had just won the Civil Rights case that guaranteed access to higher education…
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Reflections of My Heart: Snapshot of Long Ago
One day in 1979, as feelings from my past reminded me of who and what I was, I wrote this poem. The day I wrote it was not ordinary, not like every other day. That day, for some reason, memory…
Reflections of My Heart: Smile
I wrote this poem back in 2004. I remember it being summer. My husband, Chris, wanted to go windsurfing, so we prepared. We packed food, his windsurfing board with its sail, and clothes to layer in the sun. I also…
Reflections of My Heart: Silent Voice
This poem was written in 2020, about a friend who disappeared from my life. It was during the COVID-19 pandemic, and I had fallen. Broke my wrist. The doctor could not set it in a cast. It was that serious…
Reflections of My Heart: Sipping Your Sweetness
I wrote this poem in mid-May 1977 as I sat on a stone bench at the Self Realization Fellowship Lake Shrine in Pacific Palisades. Fortunately, it survived the fires of January 2025, but back to my story… Sitting on the…
Reflections of My Heart: Silver Birch
In 1983, after years of walking with a sound imprinted on my mind, a sound that only I heard, I wrote this poem. Again, the clanking of the steel clasp against its brace, beating on it, over and over. With…
Reflections of My Heart: Showers
In 1985, at the end of a long day, I wrote this poem as that long day settled into dusk. I had been searching for calm and balance my whole life, and in the hours before me, I prayed and…
Reflections of My Heart: Shimmering Solitude
I wrote this poem in the summer of 1983. A few miles’ drive from my house, I sat down on a bench, alone. I needed time for myself. Looking and wondering, I waited for a bit, surrounded by swings and…
Reflections of My Heart: Seasons
It was the winter of 1983—the coldest one ever. Then spring and summer came and went. And through the seasons, extreme sadness gripped me. Life would not give me a break. It kept throwing curve balls. One after another, they…
Reflections of My Heart: Richly Woven
I wrote this poem in 1982. I had flashbacks, then. Flashbacks of times past. Flashbacks of my first love. What it meant to me. Moments spent together. Moments that could never be forgotten. As I look back through time, I…