Into my lifeHas night come twice,Though ne’er I saw the day. The ram was rough,The ewe was weak,And so I missed the way. The scroll does showThat day had been,That ram and ewe were one. But all my eyesHave ever seen,Were two and the day done. Written November 3, 2000 copyright 2000 Bradley S. Owens
Read MoreAs a younger man I had it all,A world designed for six feet tall.But now it seems I’ve lost and inch,And that has put me in a pinch. While growing up I knew one thing,The ideal man to which women cling.For this most men would pay a ransomJust to be tall, dark, and handsome. And … Continue reading "I Lost an Inch"
Read MoreThe burnt brown grass sits in the sun, With the rays beating down until its day is done, Begging to borrow for barely a minute, A cool drop of water with a little life in it. Not a breath of a breeze in the hot August air, To comfort or calm the arid despair. With … Continue reading "Brown Grass"
Read MoreI found this photographer through my work with Exclusive Property Management at visitbandon.com. Not only do I have an appreciation for good photography, but I have a great respect for the skills of anyone that can make our beautiful stretch of coastline look even better. Not all of his shots are of Bandon, but you … Continue reading "Just Off the Road"
Read MoreWhen I was a boy, I spent my summers in Missouri at my mother’s residential care facility. At least that is what it was called by the time she sold it. Back in the early days we called it a boarding home or an old folks’ home. I mostly spent my time hanging out with … Continue reading "Gladys"
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When I was a kid, my mother owned a residential care facility. She would make lots of forms with a straightedge and a pencil to keep track of all of the stuff that she needed to do on a regular basis, like dispensing medications. She found it was the only way to be thorough and … Continue reading "Caregiver Forms"
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