Treasured memories of mom

Treasured memories
Flow gently into the breach
That cannot be filled.


--Brent Logan (March 22, 2017)

Today I begin to learn how to live without my mom. This isn’t going to be easy. She was a special, spunky person and we are all better for having known and loved her.

Rest in peace, mom.

Thanksgiving Pi-ku

Traveling
to
meet each other,


Thanksgiving
is
reunion time.


Together
we
talk, eat, and play,


Refreshing
our
relationships.


Heading home
yet
looking forward.


Another
meet
is coming soon.


Family
makes
my heart grateful!


--Brent Logan (2014)

Pi Day Pi-ku

Project slip.
Ugh!
No need for sleep.


Hot caffeine.
Blink.
No need for sleep.


I love you!
Wink.
No need for sleep.


--Brent Logan (2014)

In honor of Pi Day, I wrote a few pi-ku.


A pi-ku is a three-line poem, like a haiku, but with three syllables in the first line, one in the second, and four in the third, following the pattern of the first three digits of pi: 3.14.