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 I've been thinking this week of a friend at my former church who died early in 2022. I pondered our connection through our church and beyond. She was a preschool teacher, tutor, committed parent, and dedicated member of the church. She tutored one of my own grandchildren for a time as well. The poem began sometime after Cheryl's death, when I was out walking one evening, watching the sun lower in the sky until it was nearly set. And it reminded me of Cheryl and her life and how she gave of it until so close to the end.   I will let the poem speak the rest of my thoughts. "An Evening Poem" was published by Tower Poetry that same year.     An Evening Poem Each step I take The sun dips lower in the sky     I will return before the light dives into the western horizon   Purple and pink clouds surround it giving the sky a painter’s look   I stand and think about the love you gave   the glowing orb dips a little lower the clouds grow darker

  When I studied grammar in my editing courses with Ryerson, this poem evolved and was subsequently published in our editors' 2006  Edition newsletter. It's still one of my poems that catches a playful spirit. Perhaps you have to be a grammarian to fully get it.   It was also published in What's Your Favourite Poem contest by Craigleigh Press in January 2006.     The editor falls asleep   grammar books next to her pillow, she dreams of a party and invites all her friends:   coordinate adjectives do-si-do with the nouns, arguing which one will lead, but verbs call the action     parenthesis pairs waltz with quotation mark couples   with strings of words, like secrets, between them   high-flying apostrophes flirt with its and with s’s amusing the audience, embarrassing the hosts   reds, whites, and blues, and their serial cousins converse with Sir Oxford, that old dashing fellow   fanboys join independents in convivial laughter grabb