Monthly Archives: August 2011

The poem is not your own …

The poem is not your own. It is a gift from your Self. Therefore, do not be proud or boastful, But grateful for the gift. When you read it Remember your inner partner, Your secret lover Who will assist you … Continue reading

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My Favorite Time of Day

My favorite time of day Is when I return from My morning walk. I am tired, but pleasantly so. I make coffee, light my pipe, And sink into my big blue chair. Sometimes I think about Joan, Sometimes not. Sometimes … Continue reading

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Hodges Hobby House

The following was originally written on my web site for Hodges Hobby House, WinDerby.com, in 2003 Why are you selling Hodges Hobby House? Answer: In order to smell the roses. Here is the story: For several days prior to November … Continue reading

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going Home, a pilgrimage through grief

going Home – Introduction: This poem was originally delivered to a hospice gathering. Good afternoon. My name is Tom Hodges. I would like to share with you today a poem that I wrote in memory of my wife, Joan Hodges, … Continue reading

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A Storm in a Valley: A Parable

┬áThe death of a loved one is like a storm in a valley. The thunder and lightning and rain seem to proclaim that everything that we hold most dear has been lost. Our vision is obscured by tears and our … Continue reading

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The Family

The family arrived in Spokane on Thursday. The rain that day matched our mood, for we had gathered to mourn the passing of our family patriarch: husband, father, grandfather, great grandfather, father-in-law, brother-in-law, uncle, friend. The service on Friday was … Continue reading

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