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Marcella Elise Plourde Bourgoin
Marcella Elise Plourde Bourgoin 1935 – 2018 LEWISTON – Marcella Elise Plourde Bourgoin, 83, died at home, in Lewiston, Oct. 10, 2018, at home with her loving daughter by her side. She was born on June 1, 1935, in St. Quentin, New Brunswick, Canada, one of 12 children born to parents Camille and Angelina (Cyr) […]
Thanksgiving table
Eleven in the morningwhen I’m finally wandering down the stairs from the floor,which was currently serving as a bed.The sun is just barely rising above the clouds,and pajamas are still being worn around the house.In Ohio the sun gets out of bed an hour later than in Maine.Turkey and coffee creates an interesting scent,I thought […]
Spectrum
I am golden, a drop of yellowFluttering in the breeze.An apple falling up,High above the treesBefore the frosted silver seas.I am silver, a flake of cloudTumbling with ease.Softly falling down,A chill before the green.I am green, a sprout of newPushing through the earth. A feeble ray of future,Dreaming blue to come.I am blue, big and […]
The First Day of School
There are people buzzing everywhereIt’s even crowded on the stairsParents bringing kids to classHoping they will passRinging bellsAnd studying plant cellsHomework, papers, and tests galoreStudents hoping there’s no morePencils, rulers, books, and pensStudents and teachers working as hard as they canMusic, gym, and art Many trips to Wal-MartAnd at the end of the dayIt’s time […]
Your nothing but my mirror
When I went up to youI felt something unusually.I went home that nightI was thinking,and thinking,and thinking,and finally realized that youwere nothing but my . . .mirror
Magical Rose
I’m sending you this magical roseIt reminds me of you the way that it glowsIt’s been touched with a blessing from angels aboveI sent it to you to show you my loveYou know that I love youForever it’s trueWithout you I’m nothingNothing but dew
Snowflakes
driftinglike dancersall togetherswirling downrestingfloatingto the groundor the rooftopsor the pine branchesor the stained remnants of theprevious flurry uncountable millionsmake the journeyfrom the cloudy skyto the cold groundwhere they lie still
That Chestnut Tree
Down the road, a little girl,I remember walkingTo That Chestnut Tree.In my little baby blue dress,and the thick, shiny ribbons in my hair.My jolly, red cheeks bouncing up and down.That Chestnut Tree,I went there,For you to meet.I have had my shareOf child romances, And fake Hollywood moments.When I am 100 years old,I will be able […]