Tell me a story to send me to sleep. It can have ogres, witches, or other magical beings as well as brave boys or girls who defeat them. Whatever you tell me will please me as I know you spend time creating it for me. Thank you for taking the time out of your busy … Continue reading Story Time: Marjolaine Brodeur

May comes to us to let it be known that it wants us to remember those who have struggled whether they are workers or mothers who have had a part in the making of our history. They are all important. No matter if they were labourers or mothers, all have had an impact in society … Continue reading May Days: Marjolaine Brodeur

Yesterday Spring has sprungBut whether lamb or lionMeteorologists knew notFor it was neither one nor the other. Being of two minds as it isWe must prepare for the unexpected.Cold and warm spells to rattle us,Then followed by true spring. Warming our hearts finally,Having made up its mind,That the solstice must be obeyedSo that summer may … Continue reading Spring: Marjolaine Brodeur

How will the many birds and other animals survive the oncoming winter?  After seeing so many of these birds roosting on the ledges of windows adjacent to the nearby park, I wonder how they will do it?  The squirrels I see in the parks and other treed areas remind me that they too must find … Continue reading Winter Survival: Marjolaine Brodeur

    Where have all the stars in the night sky gone? I can’t accept that this the result of the amount of light that the city uses to protect us at night. I do remember seeing a wide variety of stars not too long ago and yet quite recently the only orbs in the … Continue reading Star Quest: Marjolaine Brodeur

Though many sayIt is soI say noThere is a wayTime cannot be lostThe seasonsAnd reasonsAs it is crossedAre as certainTo be passedAnd to lastBeyond drawn curtain

The ladybug crawls on my windowSeeking the nectar that may be found.She may not find much for a waspWas there before; I shooed it away.I didn’t want more of her hivefeeding there.The ladybug crawls on the panesin circles round and round. Intent on her questshe ignores my interestand crawls on the pane.In circles round and … Continue reading The Ladybug: Marjolaine Brodeur

Tick tock, tick tock,The hands of the clockIt’s face ever boundGo round and round. Tick tock, tick tock,in a monotone talkthat spares no oneand it’s never done. Tick tock, tick tock,time kept in stock,seconds ever found,to tell its sound. Tick tock, tick tock,tick tock, tick tock,no way backwardsalways forwards. Tick tock, tick tocktick tock, tick … Continue reading Time: Marjolaine Brodeur

   Following her doctor's orders, she had gone for her afternoon walk.  Her experience as a patient at the nearby hospital had made her determined not to go back there anytime soon.  Pushing her walker ahead of her she slowly made her way around the perimeter of the small park near her apartment building.  She … Continue reading Park Lady: Marjolaine Brodeur