Reflective poem: The Rhode Island Roads Magazine, March, 2006

Bernice Day and her parents.

remember that shingled cottage gray with salt

where the flag swayed in early light

and the aged ben franklin

simmered with the coats of driftwood

we filling the twin pine rockers unaware of their untold tales

as the atlantic roared its pleasure

conquering the mountainous boulders in triumph

like a dali figure balancing the sea on his knee

the journey to frankensteins department store

maneuvered that day bringing bewilderment

as we viewed the tiny five and ten

the shopping center promised denied

like madeline’s vision come alive

on st. agnes eve

silencing

as angela’s antique face dusty

like memories forgotten in the darkness

of the attic without forgiveness