a poem by hannah

(Hannah and Lucy, 2006) The Cabbage Patch Children by Hannah Dykstra The Cabbage Patch Children can you guess who they are? They’re your friends that don’t live vary far They're bunnies of course do you know their names? They’re Cupcake and Candy and don’t leave out Shames They dig in your garden looking for clovers and peas But all they find is a few brown old leaves But when they find carrots, now that’s a treat Although they always eat neatly cause neatly is neat When they are finished they end with a fart But when they are ready they go back to the start Read more →


I just took down the Christmas tree. But before I did, I sat and looked at it to see if I could conjure up a poem. This is a tradition I started last year (hopefully I can maintain it); a poem that is Christmas tree related. My Christmas tree is very personal, so I wanted to capture some of the memories. Again, I'll say what I say every time I write a poem: I am not a poet. However, I do find the exercise and discipline of trying to write a poem good for me. Angels White paper angel crowning my tree Hailing love and good tidings from friends near the sea. A heavenly being of gold sequins and thread Bittersweet reminders of memories dread. A blond angel in a red dress and a brunette in blue Bearing pictures of daughters aged one and two. White feathered angel that shines... Read more →

gordon's birthday

(My honey, Gordon) Tomorrow is my Gordo's birthday. We had our birthday celebration tonight. We had his mother over for birthday supper. He chose taco salad for the menu and I made an apple pie for desert. I wrote a poem for the girls to read to him. I am no poet, and I know it. Therefore, I felt like quite the achiever getting this to rhyme. It won't win any awards, but it goes like this: On this your 44th Birthday To honor you in a special way, We’d love to tell you o’er and o’er Of your many traits that we adore. We can’t list them completely, Because we’d all get sleepy. But let us name a few, To thank you for all you do. Do not be disappointed With our gifts so disjointed. Our gifts may be small, But our love is very tall. Corny, I know,... Read more →

lucy and bear

My two furry babies, Lucy and Bear. Lucy is an amazing dog and a poet. Here is her poem: I am a D-O-L-L. I have eyes of autumn brown. I have ears of softest silk. My teeth are like ivory. My legs like tree trunks. Yes, I am a D-O-L-L. Bear's poetry isn't quite as good: I am an S-T-U-D. I have eyes of steely gray. My teeth are sharp as needles. My tail is like a curly fry. My ears are always at attention. Yes, I am an S-T-U-D. Read more →

judy blume

Judy Blume is a children's writer with many books to her credit. I didn't know she wrote adult books until just now. Her book Wifey, was not well received by many because it has some raunchy stuff, at least it's perceived as raunchy by some. I've never read it so I don't know what's in it, but I can appreciate the dilemma. She was rebuked and chided for Wifey. Among the letters she received was this verse: You’re rude and crude Depraved and lewd You’re caught in a moral crunch You’re vexed, perplexed And oversexed So when can we have lunch? Read more →

poetry month

(Sweet Hannah, 4 years old, picking dandelions for me.) April is almost over and I haven't honored poetry. My all time favorite piece of poetry is this one: Roses can say 'I love you,' Orchids can enthrall, But a weed bouquet in a chubby fist, Oh my, that says it all. I would love to credit the one who penned that but I have no idea who she is. My days as recipient of weed bouquets from chubby fists, are quickly coming to an end. My girls are growing up and are not into picking me flowers anymore. But those memories are precious to me and I'll never forget them. I remember with clarity the guilt I felt when Hannah caught me trying to kill the dandelions in the yard. They were her yellow garden patch and she was shocked when she found me destroying them. Oh I felt badly.... Read more →

all things work together

Salty tears, Bitter remorse. All things work together. Deepest valleys, Darkest nights. All things work together. Mournful memories, Unrelenting guilt. All things work together. Tangled thoughts, Disjointed emotions. All things work together. For my good, Yes, my good. All things work together. Last night I read this latest poem of mine to Gordon. He let me finish and then said, "One of your lighter little ditties, eh?" He is so funny. Read more →

the light

I sit in silence The ticking of the clock is the only distraction The fir tree in the corner lights the darkness with delicate intrusion "He is your light," they say "He lights the way" "His light drives the darkness away." His light is His gift to me. My gift to Him? Receive His light. Let Him light my dark path. He is in my darkness. Only in darkness can I experience the the dawning of a new day. Only by dying can I be resurrected. Read more →


i do not know. the in-between is painful, unclear. questions. what it truth? emotions are raw, hurt is palpable. afraid of the truth, afraid to know. alas, i know. i cry. i hurt. i surrender. i accept. now it is clear. truth is in the open. no more nagging unsettledness. closure. painful? very. searing? yes. truth! it will set me free. Read more →

april is poetry month

(1992, Gordon and me, Spokane Washington airport. My first trip to Canada to see my future husband.) April is Poetry Month. Last year I wrote a poem - a poem to my husband Gordon. I am not a poet. I've always struggled understanding poetry but this poem came easily for me. There is a verse in Song of Solomon the uses the expression My Lover, My Friend. Early in our marriage I adopted that expression for Gordon. He's my lover, my friend. My Lover, My Friend Can I trust you with my heart, My feelings, dreams and fears? Will you care for me gently? Will your kindness dry my tears? Will we grow old together, Sharing life’s problems and play? Will you love me when my skin is aged? Will you love me when my locks turn gray? My Lover, My Friend, How you touch me through! I did not... Read more →