Ann Abercrombie

Birmingham, Alabama, USA

I will be 79 years old this August 19th. I have lost the vision in my left eye and most of it in my right eye. I have been writing poetry and short stories since I was in High School. I worked as a Scout Leader and with teenagers at my church when I was younger. Garden Clubs were high on my list of things to do. In my later years, I have spent 13 years working with Senior Citizens. I have had one story published by a local paper and poetry published by the National Library of Poetry. Writing is something I do because I love it and it helps me cope with life - keep busy is my motto.

Oneness

How alike we are,
Underneath the garments of
Pretense and pride.
Holding good with one hand
And evil with the other.
Stranded on the Island of today
The storms of yesterday behind us
The seas of tomorrow a mystery.
How close we are.
A pool of oneness from which
We cannot withdraw.
How comforting it is
Not to be alone.

The Cove

This morning in the cove
many sailboats sat quietly
in their slips.
Their masts standing tall
and naked in the sun.
Arms of land protected these
sleeping vessels.
Farther out in the harbor
larger boats waited impatiently
for their turn at the pier.
A busy place, the harbor
A peaceful place the cove.
It made me ask myself, Am I
sitting contentedly in my cove?
Or am I in the harbor
Waiting to move out
with the tide.

Making Over

She doesn't fit my box,
he said.
So I'll just cut her where I've
marked in red.
Oh no! She still won't go inside.
She is just a bit too wide.
So I'll take a little off each side.
She fits my box at last,
he said.
And he was right but
she was dead.