Sips of Wine from the Grapevine – Spring Fling – Ship a Poem by author and poet Abbie Johnson Taylor

Sips of Wine from the Grapevine – Spring Fling – Ship a Poem by author and poet Abbie Johnson Taylor

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We’re celebrating the spring equinox in the northern hemisphere. Due to the leap year, this year’s spring equinox began earlier than it has in 128 years.

Kicking off our celebration this year is author and poet Abbie Johnson Taylor.

If you’d like to submit something for our spring celebration, email me at: for our submission guidelines.

And now, here’s Abbie.

The Ship

by Abbie Johnson Taylor

The model stands on the upright piano,

tall, majestic, its sails reaching for the ceiling,

a reminder of the one I loved,

who never sailed but loved the sea.

Our time together on life’s ocean was fraught

with squalls and windless times,

but on some days, we were running.

Through it all, we stayed afloat.

Now, over ten years after his passing,

he’ll always have a place in my heart.

The ship still sails.


Author’s Note: Recently, Behind Our Eyes, a writers’ organization to which I belong, sponsored a poetry workshop by Cindy Harris, editor of Spirit Fire Review, which I attended. During one of our sessions, Cindy read us a poem about a ship in the hope it would inspire a work of our own. I immediately thought of my late husband’s love of the sea, and the above poem emerged. I hope you enjoyed it and thank you for reading.

About the Author

Abbie Johnson Taylor has published three novels, two poetry collections, and a memoir. Her work has appeared in The Weekly Avocet, Magnets and Ladders, and other publications.

She is visually impaired and lives in Sheridan, Wyoming, with her robotic cat Joy, where she worked as a registered music therapist with nursing home residents and in other facilities. She also cared for her late husband, who was totally blind and suffered two paralyzing strokes after they were married. This is the subject of her memoir and many of her poems.

Visit her Website.

News Nuggets: New from Abbie Taylor Johnson
Why Grandma Doesn’t Know Me
By Abbie Johnson Taylor
Copyright 2021
Independently published with the help of DLD Books

The cover of the book features an older woman sitting in a wicker chair facing a window. Outside, it is bright, with plants on a terrace. There is also a plant behind the woman inside. The woman has white hair, glasses, a red sweater, and tan pants. The border of the picture is a taupe color and reads "Why Grandma Doesn't Know Me" on the top and "Abbie Johnson Taylor" on the bottom.


Sixteen-year-old Natalie’s grandmother, suffering from dementia and confined to a wheelchair, lives in a nursing home and rarely recognizes Natalie. But one Halloween night, she tells her a shocking secret that only she and Natalie’s mother know. Natalie is the product of a one-night stand between her mother, who is a college English teacher, and another professor.

After some research, Natalie learns that people with dementia often have vivid memories of past events. Still not wanting to believe what her grandmother has told her, she finds her biological father online. The resemblance between them is undeniable. Not knowing what else to do, she shows his photo and website to her parents.

Natalie realizes she has some growing up to do. Scared and confused, she reaches out to her biological father, and they start corresponding.

Her younger sister, Sarah, senses their parents’ marital difficulties. At Thanksgiving, when she has an opportunity to see Santa Claus, she asks him to bring them together again. Can the jolly old elf grant her request?

Excerpt from Chapter 1

I hated walking with my mom and sister down that long, bright hallway in the nursing home where my grandma lived. The white tile floor and the ceiling covered with fluorescent lights reminded me of school. The only difference was that there were handrails on either side that old people could hold onto while they walked, so they wouldn’t fall.

The blare of television sets from just about every room we passed, laughter and chatter from the nurses’ station, and announcements over the PA system made me wonder why Dad called this place a rest home. The sharp aroma of disinfectant reminded me of the monthly trips I’d made to the dentist years before to have my braces adjusted. I nearly gagged as I remembered the goop they put in my mouth so they could take impressions of my teeth before the braces were put on.


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  1. Thank you, Patty, for featuring my poem today. I’ll share and reblog shortly. Thank you all for reading.

    1. Hi Abbie. You’re welcome. It was a great way to kick off spring.

  2. A beautiful poem by Abbie, and I loved her book. Thanks for sharing, Patty.

    1. Hi Lauren. Thanks for visiting Patty’s Worlds and for reading Abbie’s poem.
      Yes, her books are amazing. I’ve read almost everything she’s written.
      Thanks again for being here and please do come back often.

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