Welcome to Four Lines! I have a goal I would like to write at least four lines of poetry or a haiku every day for the rest of my life. I'm excited about this challenge! Also, along with my daily poem, I will be reading at least four lines of another author's poetry. I'll try to include that here also. So I'm thinking - how difficult can it be to read and then write one poem a day? We will see! - Claudia

All poems on this blog, unless noted, are written by Claudia Callaghan.
© 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016 Claudia Callaghan
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Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Saturday, October 26, 2013

I remind myself
it is a matter of wonder
each moment, simple or complex,
does not matter
warmth in noon September sun
does not matter
loss of mittens in December
does not matter
when or where dying befriends
does not matter
gentle holding of my hand
my hand the telling of my heart
does not matter
letting go, an open palm,
does not matter
listening to breathing, rising bread, 
falling souffle as the table is set,
a piece of dark, Dove chocolate
melting music in my mouth
they do not matter
his tender kissing of my face
does not matter
winning any kind of race
does not matter
daffodils breaking
through Minnesota snow
clinking glasses, eclectic conversation
hugs as friends and family leave
wrapping presents with tender care
do not matter
Mount Ranier above the rain
if one does or does not see
these do not matter
green locks of the willow tree
do not matter
except for wonder
except for wonder
I remind myself wonderful
I remind myself often
wonder matters

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

I always thought you had an angel
on your shoulder,
the way you drove defying death
off the road a million times.
Even in Monoco, zig-zagging down
the mountain like Princess Grace,
you refused to relinquish the wheel,
a stubborn, splendid nobleman on his steed,
as Mom and I prayed and prayed and prayed.

I always thought you had an angel
on your shoulder
after World War II you needed sewing
to piece you back together,
electric shock to burn away pictures
and then you graduated
from Michigan Law School, became
the city attorney, was appointed judge,
ran for and was re-elected.  You determined
to visit over 100 countries, topping
that by four.

I always thought you had an angel
on your shoulder
the way you'd walk into a dark, greasy alley
and come out with a friend at your side,
the way you'd shake hands with the president,
a president to a president.
It was true,
the Rotary Club and Judges Society
to name two.

I always thought you had an angel
on your shoulder.
You said I could fly to the moon
if I wanted.  You said all people 
are good, some just don't know it.  
That is what I believe.
I'm beginning to think you bequeathed
your most valuable asset to me.
An angel for my other shoulder.