I do not remember my father’s voice
but I know his breath smelled like whiskey as he leaned down to say good night. That’s when I learned to pretend to be asleep which led to real sleep and dreams of my parents dressed up. My Dad smelling of Old Spice Mom of powder and lipstick. The most beautiful woman in the world with a man who never knew how lucky he was
Robin J. Phillips, August 21, 2021
My mother came from Wyoming
A land of wind and sky All her life Wherever she roamed She carried a scarf in her purse
~ Robin J. Phillips, March 10, 2021
I’d love to meet you for
a cocktail in the lobby of an old midtown hotel We’ll snack on peanuts and make up tall tales about locals sitting at the bar
~ Robin J Phillips, Feb. 24, 2021
There should be a word for the pause
Right before we laugh together The little moment When our eyes meet and we realize Nothing more needs to be said
Nature turned this sand trap into a Valentine.
There should be a word
For that breath we share As you sing A cowboy song into my ear Swaying to the rhythm Before our lips Our lips Touch The breath Right before we hold Our breath There is no word So, my love, I love you Will have to do.
Robin J. Phillips, Feb. 13, 2021
Did I ask for a lonely for Christmas?
I don’t remember putting that on the list But OK thanks Santa I’ll take some time to decorate My lonely
For my lonely, I think I’ll add
some friends from far away to wave at on the little screen I’ll celebrate with shrimp cocktail (I’ve never made one but I’m sure I can)
And maybe I’ll buy my lonely a new puppy
to join my old dog They can smother me with kisses
~ Robin J Phillips, Dec. 22, 2020