I’ve placed a couple of poems that I’ve written for your enjoyment below.   They are some of my older work, but still ring with a powerful sense of wonder and patriotism. Every time that I’m faced with a profound moment in my heart I turn to the solace and beauty of verse to express myself and to enable me to see clearly again.  Poetry was the very first art form I embraced at the early age of seven, making cards for my mom dad with rhymes of my own creation.  It is the power of this format that allows the full measure of human emotions to be realized and shared with others.  I’ve had several works of poetry and lyrics published through the years in the following publications:

“On the Road,” Anthology by A.S.L. a division of United Recording Artists 1998

“A Time To Be Free” by Quill Books, 1999

“The Harvest of Dreams” by Int’l Library of Poetry 2001

“The Best Poems and Poets of 2001” by Int’l Library of Poetry 2002

“Writers for Relief” Anthology by Davey Beauchamp 2005

The Perfect Moment

By Glenda C. Finkelstein

August 1999

When I was a child there was one perfect moment that the whole world knew.

I sat spellbound to the television as a man walked on the moon.

I sat completely still nor did I dare to breathe.

An impossible dream had been made reality.

In that moment the world stopped in time.

Together looked on at this wondrous sight.

No classes, or race, in that moment of clarity.

Centuries of hate melted in space.

An accomplishment rode to the moon that day.

One of peace whose taste was so very sweet.

“Can’t” died on this day.

Tomorrow was sure to bring a brighter way.

If we could go to the moon we could do anything.

We could love our neighbor, feed the poor, and heal the sick.

And close the door of injustice for good.

This single moment has never grown bitter,

Nor faded in my heart all together.

Daily I strive to prepare the way,

When all of our moments will unfold in this way.

My Tattered Flag

By Glenda C. Finkelstein

July 3, 2002

My flag is worn and tattered now.

It went up the evening of September 11, 2001,

As a constant reminder of those lives who were lost that day

And as a reminder that I am an American

Who refuses to cower and hide from those who seek to destroy me,

and my way of life.

I’m keeping this flag with its torn edges and faded colors as a testimony

To all who died and survived that fateful day.

To honor those who refused to die without a fight,

For those who ran into a crumbling building with the hope of saving even one,

And for those who were caught unawares.

This banner that I cherish is more than a piece of material,

It represents generations of men, women, and children who died

And sacrificed in its creation and defense.

It’s a banner of Liberty whose sons and daughter continue to preserve us today.

Never in the history of the world has there been, nor ever be again,

 a country like America.