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Lois Perch Villemaire

Lois Perch Villemaire of Annapolis, MD is the author of My Eight Greats and Eyes at the Edge of the Woods. She is a contributing writer to AARP-The Ethel. Lois, a Pushcart nominee enjoys art journaling, yoga, and propagating African violets.

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Published Poems

6 poems

I Stepped Inside the Forest

I carried a candle just in case I could not find my way the woods were thick and dark
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Oct 3, 2026 · 24 lines 👁 152

August Creeps Away

Yellow buses ads for pumpkin-flavored coffee fall clothes appear
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Aug 29, 2026 · 12 lines 👁 62

That Summer

I had a job down the shore as a mother’s helper for our neighbors across the street with three children. I lived with them for a month in a cottage by the sea. That summer I taught myself to strum notes on the guitar following diagrams in a book, caught crabs, collected shells, and enjoyed countless hours of beach time in my two-piece pink and white checked bathing suit. Back at home, I’m amazed when asked to join the family for a concert in downtown Philadelphia at the old Convention Center. The Beatles were coming to town! The walls of my bedroom had been lined with posters of John, Paul, George, and Ringo. John was my favorite. Ed Sullivan introduced them on a Sunday night, dark hair falling across their foreheads. The day of the sold-out show arrives. Our seats are up front. Electricity crackles in the air. The Beatles play their guitars, Ringo hits the drums, and they move their hips and lips. I will forever remember the continuous screaming of the audience. I scream, too. But who can actually hear what songs are they singing?
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Jul 23, 2026 · 3 lines 👁 797

Father and Daughter Lessons

I don’t remember who taught me to ride a bike. Training wheels were removed, someone held the back of the seat and ran
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Jun 20, 2026 · 22 lines 👁 710

To Me She Was Wise

My mother was open-minded yet keeping to the path taught her children to show up,
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May 9, 2026 · 23 lines 👁 74

Pearls of Hope

May you find the wisdom to listen with compassion
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Apr 22, 2026 · 19 lines 👁 81

Published Articles

1 article
Wonder Boys
Sports

Wonder Boys

Wonder Boys Due to heavy traffic and our lack of familiarity with the Ft. Myers area, we are running late. I’m relieved to spot my cousin, Toby waiving us down in the parking lot of the athletic complex. She and her husband, Joel are traveling with his baseball team. It’s a…

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Oct 15, 2026 · 3 min read 👁 332

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