Original Poetry by Irene Conner
The Old Timer - Across the lonely common room, I see you sitting there; a shrunken ghost of younger days, no family to care....... Full Poem
From Your Hands Into Mine - They lie within my trembling palms, so frail and worn and thin. The wrinkled skin's transparent now, displaying veins within. Mishapen fingers show the pain arthritis cast on you, but Grandma, over many years, these hands have helped you through....... Full Poem
Turning Fifty - They tell me that the big 'five oh' is such a special day; a time for drinks and partying, or so my friends all say. Your life begins at 50, from now on you'll have a ball; but who forgot to tell them all the facts as I recall.............. Full Poem
Re-Birth - Can you hear the dying gasps that drift across these arid lands
and the sound of plant roots searching for their lifeblood in the sands?.....Full Poem
In Sickness and in Health - For sixty years our marriage has enriched my humble life, you are the rock that links us all - as mother and as wife, but now they're telling me that you should leave our home to die; they tell me you'd be better off - my heart begins to cry. I promised you in sickness and in health ......Full Poem