The Heart
The heart was filled with loved ones:
Family, husband, and children.
There was no more room for others.
Then news of a grandchild is announced…
But how can the heart hold another?
The child is born
And touches your heart.
But how can that be?
There is no more room for others.
Do the loved ones move over?
Or does the heart grow bigger?
Because then it happens…
The new love grows and grows
More and more each day
For this beautiful, loving creature.
The heart does have more room for others.
Jo-Ann Holzschuh (Nani)
Waterloo, On
Thunder
I oftentimes wonder
What it is about thunder
That scares my poor dog half to death.
At the first little rumble,
His head’s all a-jumble
And he barks without pausing for breath.
He runs up and down
As if chasing the sound,
On the trail of each mighty boom,
Or hides under tables,
Gets tangled in cables,
And makes a big mess of the room.
If ever I’m sleeping,
He’s not above leaping
Into bed for a comforting pat.
He’s clearly not faking:
He’s actually shaking,
To the utter disgust of the cat.
The storm will soon pass,
And this quivering mass
Will peacefully sleep like a pup.
But how about me?
It’s quarter past three—
I can’t sleep a wink once I’m up!
Sandra Matthew Verenieks
Pointe-Claire, QC