Front Porch Review
A literary magazine for the young at heart and mind

Years before words
spilled like quicksilver
and memory
sank in quicksand
Long before spiked water
seeped into your life
I want to remember
how it was
when
you called
my name
a song
you sang

A house, a home
longing to belong
our noisy children
our nosey neighbors
sixteen-hour workdays
sped as one

Now
seen through
a pane darkly
an uneasy
memory
begs

By Jo Stewart

Jo Stewart: “Retirement has been an opportunity to have the time to read great books, to share with contemporaries and to write poems when the muse visits."