Poetry: Ghost Eyes

Here is poem #14 for the poetry pledge drive. This one was a tough one to write because I kept getting all choked up. Nothing like poetry to dredge up all kinds of feelings and memories. Seriously, therapy and prescription drugs are overrated. Just go write yourself some poetry and have a glass of wine.


Ghost Eyes

People often ask me about the ring I put on
For special occasions - convex and sparkling, two
Strange ghost eyes set side by side. I would stare
As my grandmother carefully held her teacup
And me, gesturing with animated fingers, usually

To punctuate a curse. She promised me the ring
Because I'd always liked it, but I didn't
Feel right about it. I never

Will. It was given to me
As a surprise for my birthday -
Two eyes in a box staring up at me two years
Too soon, because she wasn't going to make it
To my graduation.

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American Diabetes Month

Now that we're finally beyond November 4th and folks can fit thoughts in their heads that don't have to do with the presidential election again, I thought I'd post a quick note to remind everyone that November is American Diabetes Month.

The American Diabetes Association is a cause near and dear to my heart because my grandmother died of Diabetes complications nearly ten years ago. Her birthday was in November. Why should you care? Check out the ADA's website and see for yourself!