Roth Poetry

Grandma Roth and Christopher 001 (2)

Memorial Day brings back memories of all those loved ones who have passed on.  Hopefully memories are good ones that can be recalled with warm feelings. My mother loved our boys and enjoyed being a part of their life. My father died at age 70, but she live on to be 93. She enjoyed watching them grow and seeing them become parents to her great grandchildren. We look back with fond memories of those days.

Memorial Day brings

memories of lost loved ones.

Always in our hearts


Photo: Dwight L. Roth

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davidbrucehaiku: a secret place

Night Watch

Brave & Reckless

I am a dweller
of deep night hours
a lonely sentinel
in a house of slumbers
the very walls seem to breathe
rhythmic inhalations
followed by
slower exhalations
occasional grumbles
as this sanctuary
settles its strong bones
I am self-appointed shepherd
over flock of souls
gathered into my keeping
cradled gently in my arms
I protect them from demons
the jealous dream-thieves
that prey
in the darkness
I sing restless spirits
back into deep sleep
resume my lonely vigil

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved

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Caged Bird

Thru Violet's Lentz

Courtesy of PETA

nestled warmly
in between
my feather beds
and comforters
it occurred to me
that there is no place
i would rather be
than right here
right now
doing just
what i am doing.
such revelation
brought with it
a calm
a feeling of
a sense that
all is as it should be.
and the caged bird
that had been
beating furiously
in my chest-
has finally
come to rest.

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