A Favorite Poem

To My Visiting Teachers

Emma Lou Thayne, “To My Visiting Teachers,” Ensign, Mar. 1988

I’m glad you came, my friends.
Today was not a day marked on my calendar
in red—or black.
It was just a day.
Until you came.

You came to me
and I was all I had for you to see.
My props and backdrops, even my supporting actors
were somehow unimportant on the scene:

Just you. Just me. We three
in good companionship.

Or maybe, yes, I’m sure, there was another
who talked and laughed and felt with us.

Because, here now, behind the door
that I just closed
as you two touched my arm and said
you’d come again

the day is new
and I’m not alone at all.

I See Your Face

I find myself looking in the faces of those around me...
hoping to find you there
Even though I know your gone.
even though I know you are gone...
for now
I miss you.
Every day.
I dream
of you
I see you there
I dream that I've had a terrible nightmare...
that you've gotten sick and died
but then,
I see you alive and well
and I hold you close...
and laugh that it was all a dream...
Then I wake
to the terrible reality...
that you have gotten sick and died.
And I don't see you...
alive and well
I can't hold you close...
It was all a dream...
A dream.
I fall back to sleep
hoping to dream again...
of you.
I find myself looking in the faces of those around me...
hoping to find you there
Even though I know your gone, for now...
I miss you Emmy

Spring!

I love spring.

The tiny buds

Dandelions

Birds

flowers

insects

Awakening

New beginnings...

Good morning, World

and Welcome