How did you know
that the dawn
would bring a
sunrise so bright
while I was
racing out of
the night,
why did you
pick just
the perfect
music for
the new discs
and select
some fabulous
glass spheres
for my art,
how did you
find such a
mix of tunes
to make me
cry and dance
around the
room, throwing
off the gloom
to soaring states,
how did you
know that I
needed your
company to
soothe my soul
prop me up while
I watch the sight
we both dread,
a beloved person
fade away…
oh so slowly,
how can you
possibly see now
how much
you mean to me,
chicken spaghetti
and Hubs, even
a chilly house
is better than none,
but I sailed all
the way home
on your smile,
a big hug to wish
safe trip,
maybe when you
read this, it
will say it all…


©J.W.WINSLOW 2/1/11

What I had
in mind
was this
beautiful gift:
a fabulous
joyful pillow,
artsy and clever
bunched roses
in fabric made
of a silvery
soft cloth,
something fey
and perfect
for a designer
like my Mom,
so it arrived
as promised,
larger than
expected, but
very fine
and I assembled
the cover and
pillow to make
her gift just right,
couldn’t wait
to see the sight
of that smiling
face, Christmas Eve
and all, but when
she opened it, (last
and most anticipated
present under the tree)
she showed another
kind of glee: something
tickled her fancy,
made her laugh, not
once or twice (that
would have been nice)
but instead an
eruption of howls
came forth, silly
giggling, laughing
chortling, until
we all were in tears
and she the most,
it was a toast to
a misplaced humor,
for a few minutes
she forgot about
everything except
how funny that
pillow is, so although
this was not the
concept I intended
it ended in the
TICKLE, after all.


©J.W.WINSLOW 1/1/11