Letter to the Editor has not been published - but here tis

Eating my French Onion Soup with Cheese, photo from Internet

It's not something you cry about

Only inside, you do,

Mandy Patinkin confessed last night on Finding Your Roots

"I'm a Crybaby"

"You tried your best," said Snyder's Dipping Sticks

Two potholders looked at me and shook their heads sadly

The Quaker Oatmeal Box centerpiece said, Show me your wares.

So I will.

LETTER TO THE EDITOR

by Ruth Z. Deming

The Times Chronicle is most unusual in writing about wonderful features at The Conshohocken Library, as they introduce April is National Poetry Month for the entire country.

We write poetry! A dozen of us in the Abington/Willow Grove area have belonged to "The Beehive" for about 10 years. Writing is our passion. Founded by myself, we were forced to ZOOM our every Saturday meetings due to the pandemic. Beatriz Moisset, our host, keeps us enraptured by her true tales about "pollinators." Bees and wasps who are responsible for getting the next generation
going. Beatriz has even said you can gently touch these furry bumblebees without getting stung.

Linda Barrett always comes up with a poem, whether it's for Passover or Christ Rising on Easter Morn. She also writes science fiction akin to the late Ray Bradbury and features bloody scenes and two moons. Such imagination!

She has been published in "Night to Dawn" a paying magazine by our Barbara Custer, another clever writer who adores Balloons. We call her Barbara of the Balloons.

Ken Ivins has, over the years, evolved to write suspenseful short stories. One in particular features a chauffeur who was named in the will of a very rich woman. We cheered along with Ken when the will was read.

A tight and caring group, Donna Krause has written bittersweet poems about the death of her husband years ago and her new boyfriend, Denny, who like many of us has health problems. So many of us aging writers need hip surgery or are having chemotherapy for cancer. We did lose our Kym Cohen to Hodgkins' Disease and think about her often, especially her poem where she personifies an earthquake.

Rem Murphy, a Roslyn postal clerk, completed a year-long series of poems. They were hilarious. He also wrote about his late wife, Valerie, once a Phillies' cheerleader. According to his plan, he stopped writing his "Randy Package" poems when President Trump was voted out of power.

Might I, in closing, write about the recent death of my mother?

"If there is one word to describe you, it is giving.
My whole house reminds me of You. How blessed I am.
When I would arrive at our Sunday lunches on your street
of big houses, I would wear attractive clothes to surprise
you.

And now you and Dad walk hand in hand in the heavens
Your earthly travails are over and your five children
carry on."