Margaret Brennan

Joined October 2021

598 stories

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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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What a mess!
What a mess! I can clearly remember uttering those very words many years ago. I’d look around the floor at the large mound of crumpled papers I would try to toss in the waste basket – but missed.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Proof
Pictures in My Mind
Pictures in my Mind It started with a blank page, like the feeling in my heart The day my father passed away; it ripped me all apart.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Poets
The Wake-Up Call
Has this ever happened to you? THE WAKE-UP CALL As he kissed my lips, I trembled. His strong arms held me tight.
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
Through the Window
My cousin sent me a picture and asked if I could draft a poem for it. Here it is. Through the Window The snow fell silently
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Poets
The Garden of Stone
After paying a visit to the graves of my dad and brother, I witnessed several families visiting theirs. The emotions on their faces mirrored mine.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Poets
No Sweeter Love
NO SWEETER LOVE Looking back to the day I first met him, I can’t help but think, God, we were only kids! At least back then, we would have been considered kids. I was 16 and he 15.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Fiction
Under the Rainbow
UNDER THE RAINBOW Being both widowed, Harry and Liz met about 10 years before he was due to retire, and the relationship was like magic. Until … One cold, winter day, upon arriving home from work, Harry mentioned his idea of moving to Florida when his time to retire came due. Liz almost gasped with horror.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Earth
Hush, Little Baby
She didn’t know all the words. It didn’t really matter. It was the soft, soothing voice she emitted every night as she paced the floor. What words she didn’t remember, she made up.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Fiction
Two Rings
Looking back on mom's life, this poem came to mind. It reminded me of how she lived, during and after.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Poets
Way Back When
Way Back When “Oh, Mom,” Melanie sighed as she leaned against the door she closed gently. “I love him. He’s the greatest.”
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Fiction
Two Heroes
Two Heroes For my dad and my brother: Frank J. Harucki WWII (1922-1993) Francis W. Harucki Viet Nam (1945-1995)
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Poets

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What a mess!

Pictures in My Mind

The Wake-Up Call

Ode to Scotch Tape

Through the Window

The Garden of Stone

No Sweeter Love

Under the Rainbow

Hush, Little Baby

Two Rings

Way Back When

Two Heroes

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