Little Squirrel–A Poem for Children

Little squirrel, little squirrel, please go away, you can come back, some other day! We're all out of corn, bird seed and suet, but if you'll please leave, I promise to get right to it. You standing at the window, tapping on the glass, chattering angrily at me, will not speed me up, just wait …

Old Man

Playing cards or dominos, as we do every week, he slipped back into French, then could barely speak. His brain had grown too tired, and his body soon it followed. I know he is old and frail and today he cannot think, but it's a hurtful thing to see, and even harder to swallow. Doris …