Margaret Brennan

Joined October 2021

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I am a 78-year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.

My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.

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Markers
MARKERS for my dad and my brother. Never Forgotten Always Loved I walked past the row of markers,
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Poets
READING, HEATWAVES AND HURRICANES
READING, HEATWAVES AND HURRICANES I’ll admit he’s not much of a reader. He’d much rather work in the yard.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Poets
Ode to Scotch Tape
When I was a sophomore in high school, one of our teachers was totally hooked on poetry. She’d often hand each one of us a piece of paper with one word written on it.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Poets
FROM THE HEART
FROM THE HEART / A SON’S WEDDING Today you married your sweetheart. This day’s filled with love and with joy.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Poets
REFLECTIONS
REFLECTIONS Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, Tell me what you see. Is that gray-haired little lady Really, truly me?
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Poets
THE LONGEST 60-SECONDS IN HISTORY
THE LONGEST 60 SECONDS IN HISTORY Ah! Sixty seconds left to wait! Good! There are times I can be extremely patient, and there are times my patience has a very short fuse.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Humor
GRANDMOTHER SHOULD SEE ME NOW
GRANDMOTHER SHOULD SEE ME NOW She sat there with such patience. As she set my hair in rags. My curls were long and springy –
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Poets
THE WHISPER OF THE WIND
THE WHISPER OF THE WIND I watched the night darken. And then, just by chance I noticed a shadow In a most unusual dance.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Poets
BRING BACK THE HORSE AND CARRAIGE
BRING BACK THE HORSE AND CARRIAGE Being on the road again, (what else is new in our lives?), we encounter so many things, the good, the bad, and the ugly.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Journal
EATING ALONE
EATING ALONE “You’ll be alright?” he asked with concern in his voice. When was I never? Did I have even a choice?
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Poets
The MakeUp Drawer
THE MAKEUP DRAWER I polished the nails on my fingers and toes. I straightened my hair when I took out the bows.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Poets
Invisible
INVISIBLE She watched him from across the room with such sadness. He didn’t see her. Maybe if he’d have looked, he might have caught a glimpse of her. After all, it isn’t as though she were invisible, was she? To give him a bit of credit, she was standing behind a very large artificial plant.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Fiction

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READING, HEATWAVES AND HURRICANES

Ode to Scotch Tape

FROM THE HEART

REFLECTIONS

THE LONGEST 60-SECONDS IN HISTORY

GRANDMOTHER SHOULD SEE ME NOW

THE WHISPER OF THE WIND

BRING BACK THE HORSE AND CARRAIGE

EATING ALONE

The MakeUp Drawer

Invisible

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