Bean Bag

In the days gone,
when the hide was soft.
The brilliant leather gleamed,
and invited tender touch.

Young and Old

When I see her motionless, swollen hands with disfigured nails and twisted fingers, I remember that those same hands gently soothed me as a child when I had asthma attacks.

A Walk Into Humanity

Aging Gracefully

The cold, steely chain of suffering
Circles the night decked with sorrows