What to do with
All the bits and
Pieces that
Used to be
There but
Are not
Not quite ghosts but
Haunting all
The same
Remnants
Time
One life time
Is not enough time
To love you
Morse Code
I heard from heaven today
I am fine
I'm more than fine
I'll see you when you get here
Substitute
Sometimes it
Seems like
Everything
I do
Is a substitute
For you
Just a substitute
For you
The Rock
Split hoof print embedded
Some lost long eons ago
It’s a part of our story
Ties us
Binds us
The pasture trek a
Summer ritual
Rusty well water and saltines sustain
The farm’s sold now
Thank you for moving it to Lornie’s
It’s comforting/stabilizing to know it’s close at hand
Should I ever need to visit
(and I might)
Prairie oh prairie
How you call me home
Is that what’s the matter with me
I moved
Triangles
Triangles triangles
There has to be triangles
Little sandwich triangles
Arranged on a tray
(crusts facing out
points facing in and)
Lots of them
(don't skimp)
There has to be lots
Because
When
Death
Comes
Traditions like triangles
Little sandwich triangles
Are all that
Keep one
Bound to the earth
Little sandwich triangles
Bad coffee
Squares
(Dainties in Saskatchewan)
Thank you for coming
I'm so sorry for your loss
Keep one
From coming
Undone
Milky Tea
Milky Tea
Slurped from the saucer
Norman don’t do that
A sidelong glance
Thank goodness for Grandpas
Who
Do
Things
Their
Own
Way
(not always polite)
Watch and Learn
wee ones
Watch and Learn
Walk your own way
Walk your own way
Even if you get heck
Walk your own way
Happy Birthday
If you were here
we'd laugh and cry and
share some cake and
a glass of wine and
a knowing glance and
something fried
Happy
Birthday
Darling
I
Miss
You
Dreaming
Your cheek dances like dust upon
Mine
Gentle in the pre-dawn light
Linger
Silent
Touch and glance suffice to
know and be known
We conspire
Strong in each other
To face the come what may
Waking now
Heaven recalls
I rise reluctant to
Face
The
Day
Thank you for being with me for a wee while dear heart
Thank you for being with me
I miss you
How I miss you
I miss you
How I miss you
Valentine’s Day
I dreamed a dream And you were you (but not exactly really) Taller Kinder Funnier Sweeter And you were almost dead (in bed) And I had come (with my new truck) And it was Valentines Day And you got up and said Come on, I want to go and buy your Grandma a silver chain And we toddled and wobbled to find my truck (of course I had forgotten where it was parked) And we got in And you said This is a pretty nice truck And I am seen and loved and understood And I see and love and understand Grandpa
Colleen R. Jantzen 