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Raising Ben

November 5, 2018

No one would say I’m a poet. I’m not, but occasionally I write something that goes beyond my standard doggerel. I’m very happy to announce that my poem, “Raising Ben,” will be featured in an upcoming anthology, which celebrates the30th anniversary of the Smith Mountain Arts Council. I hope you like it.

Raising Ben

hold my hand

don’t let go

I’ll help you walk

 

time to eat

it’s your favorite

I’ll feed you

 

give me a sign

a smile something

show me you know I’m here

 

speak

one word any word

let me hear your voice

 

Mama

 

No, not Mama

just me Kathy

your daughter

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Seasonal Haiku

February 26, 2018

It’s time for something light. Days are getting longer, a minute or two each day. Tempers are getting shorter, because winter seems to be dragging on. It isn’t, but still people think it’s endless.

So, in hopes of bringing a giggle into your life, I offer four haiku.

SEASONALLY AFFECTIVE ORDER

Whites, browns, yellows, blacks
Screeching, shoving—
Gang warfare @ the bird feeder.

Gently rocking waves
Lull one to sleep—
The nose peels.

Apple, cherry, pumpkin
Pies in the oven—
Time for the gym.

Ice-shrouded world
One slippery step—
Technicolor moon.

Watch your step now, ya hear???

Betsy Ashton, Featured, Martin Luther King, Poem, Writing

Stone of Hope, 2011

January 15, 2018

Those who know me know I’m anything but shy. I’m cheeky. I sent a copy of the poem to the Obamas and received a lovely letter and personalized note back from Mrs. Obama. I’m humbled. I share these words now as always on Martin Luther King’s birthday.

STONE OF HOPE, 2011

Granite statue gazes outward,
seeks proof the dream
continues

I have a dream

looks for foot prints
on the path to freedom

that one day on the red hills of Georgia

laments ridicule of a president
with the audacity to dream

the sons of former slaves

sees a country
broken by religious hatred

and the sons of former slave owners

hears uncivil discord not
peaceful civil disobedience

will be able to sit down together

wonders what happened
to embracing differences

at the table of brotherhood.

abandons hope of government
for all people.

I had a dream.

Granite statue gazes outward and weeps.

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