The Poems of David Garlick
We are going on holiday soon. Dad is packing the car. He says that we are going to the mountains. He says that we are going camping. Mum has a long list. She ticks all the things on the list. She is worried in case we leave something behind. Dad says. “Don’t worry so […]
When the Loons call as evening falls, a haunting cry across the golden lake, and trees that lace a hilltop turn black against the orange sky. Then our eyes and ears enchanted by these gifts that we enjoy. Give thanks in silent gratitude for our senses, lives and friends David Garlick, Quesnel, July, 1994 […]
We stood in a lineup with a package for Nana. I watched all the people purchasing stamps. Then at last it was our turn, so I said to the woman who served at the counter in navy blue pants. “Please have you the time to answer a question? I know you are busy but […]
I look at our baby and in that moment – I understand not only how much my parents love me but that once again, life has given me a new kind of love to share. Books spill words of mother’s love, rightly so, for mothers are our genesis. They bear and care for us, […]