Heritage (Haiku)

I’m a musician who discovered that she is 40% Scottish. Yes, I hear the fiddles and flutes (and sometimes bagpipes ; )

Deep-rooted

I may not have been born in the mountains, but my sister and I spent a lot of time there, as you may remember from my poems about our visits to Grandma Hatfield’s house. Those mountains remain in my spirit and my soul, and reside in my DNA!

Spanish River

For my great grandmother……

This Music

For my great-grandma Ratliff…. (Photo by my father, Lowell D. Hatfield)

I remember this (Ft. Myers, FL, 1999) for Dad

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