This poem took a few weeks to come together, since it meant so much to me. It’s about the last time I saw my father, at his house in Florida, before he passed away. It was a magical visit. I will always remember it.
I hope you like this poem, and that is resonates with you in some way….
Carol became addicted to the cathartic and highly personal nature of poetry as a child. She has taught poetry writing and appreciation to children and adults, and has had the good fortune to serve as a poet-in-residence for Clark Elementary School in Franklin, Indiana. She has also presented poetry workshops for librarians at the Children & Young People’s Division library conferences, and was awarded “Outstanding Teaching in the Field of Poetry” by the Barbara Juster Esbensen teaching award committee. Carol’s poems have been published in anthologies, journals, and magazines such as Frogpond, Branches, The Journal of Modern Haiku, The Vision, and Cricket.
Holding a B.A. in Music, Carol has performed in the U.S., Canada, and the UK. Ensembles to her credit include Shilombish, White Elk, Zionsville Flute Choir, American Crow. As well as being a vocalist, Carol also performs on silver flute, Native American style flute, bass guitar, and bass lute.
Also an avid equestrian, Carol is a certified Equine Sports Massage Therapist, and loves to spend time with her mule, Andromeda.
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