There I was with the light getting dim.
I could barely see the back of the rim.
The rim on a basketball hoop
was my target.
My coach instructed me in this way,
the back of the hoop is your target.
It was getting late in the day, but
I wanted to shoot more and play.
So dribble I would, with either hand
for "playing ball, what I lived for,
unfortunately at that age,
I was only 5 foot four.

Absent in body,
still here in name.
Life on this planet
won't be the same,
if your aren't near me.
Do you feel the same?

Somewhere, oh somewhere
lodged in this aged head,
I see an image of my
Great, Great Grandfather, Frederick or Fred.
He came to this Nation,
with family intact.
Twin boys, their wives
who were Sisters (Brix),
a daughter and son.
They emigrated to northern Iowa
and Southern Minnesota, (Lyle)
to settle into this new country,
in the year , 1875.

I love this time of year
when the hellebores
start to appear.
Here is one on this day
with other buds on their way