Newport Natives Writers Group

Going home!  Growing up in Newport, NH, the Richards Free Library transformed into a second home where I would dream of magical places and adventures. I often write about inspiration in my posts, and this is where it all began for me!

On May 11th and 12th, the Newport Natives Writers Group returns for a series of workshops, readings, and discussions at the library. I am thrilled to take part in this special event with my fellow Newport writers. To learn more, visit the Richards Free Library at http://newport.lib.nh.us or click the link below.

Newport Natives Writers Group Special Event

Come see us and find your own Inspiration!

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For the little moments in life.

Every year, I think of this poem near the anniversary of my mother’s death from cancer. She passed away during the night, and when the sun rose that morning, I looked at her empty garden and wrote this poem. This year, the poem is even more poignant, as now my father fights a battle with cancer.  It is a reminder to cherish every moment, for a year can make a big difference.

Mom

Midnight’s kiss blows its doom,

As heaven calls you to its room.

Vacant without your tender love,

Sun rises crimson red above.

Your spirit remains, a shadow among the rocks,

A gentle nudge along a path you no longer walk.

What blessings you gave you will never know,

The part you play continues to grow.