I don’t usually give explanations on my poems. Some are quite personal. However this poem was written in the early morning when everyone was sleeping, the people in the house and the mice in the ceiling, even the traffic outside was silent. When I read over this poem I think I was high on oxycodone… Read More Answering the Knock
pass a spoon and collect the tears . . . one from every mama’s eye . . . one from every poppa’s . . . from grandmothers and grandfathers too . . . fill a vase of salty tears . . . add a blend of fertilizer . . . a ton of powerful… Read More A Garden of Hope
Robin Williams July 21, 2014 – August 11, 2014 I lost a friend I never embrace in my arms yet he filled my heart with all his charms I remember him in all the parts of my life through the joys and through the strife He made me laugh when I was down he… Read More The Performing Genius
Woowhoo! I found the time and inspiration to write for the Friday Fictioneer’s two weeks in a row. For those who haven’t heard Friday fictioneeer is an addictive writing challenge. Thanks to our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple who provides us with a new photo to work with every Wednesday and we have… Read More Firday Fictioneer ~ Our Place
The house still decorated with red bows and green garland. The mistletoe still hangs above the door frame between the living and dining rooms. We always catch someone to kiss.
This is another poem for my mother’s day cards. I have fallen behind on my reading of blogs because making my cards takes time. Mother You wiped my snotty nose, cleaned my funky diapers, and kissed away my tears. You always had my back, I will always have yours. Your love for me is boundless… Read More Mother