A gift, the compassion of a caregiver, A nobler pursuit, there never was one. Guardian for those disenfranchised and weak, Victims of power and greed, they’ve become. Children sobbing for their parents, Separated from them and in cells. What criminals these, who fled in terror, seeking refuge from their hell
Poetry Corner: Carol Gieg “Mirror Image”
(This poem is dedicated to Johanna Ely, Benicia’s sixth poet laureate who completed her term at the end of June.) How very much we’ve been enriched, Through you as poet laureate, this past two years. So like the hummingbird to which you are drawn, A mirror image in so many ways. Drawing forth sustenance as […]
Poetry Corner: Carol Gieg “Eeyore and I”
Sometimes a dark cloud hangs over me, Along with Eeyore, I commiserate. Such was the case only recently, When I seemed to be doomed by fate. Headed out for a basketball game, One evening with good intention. My nephew was captain, and the best player, (I’m more than proud, don’t need to mention!) State championships […]