Love that survives Sorrow, grief and pain Love that outshines Individual gain Love is greater Than life’s rewards Love that battles Feelings untoward An eternal symbol Of passions devout And what life is truly about

What is LOVE? How does it take shape- GROW? It is interesting that LOVE and GROW have the same number of letters. Can we only love someone who allows us to grow and, can we only be loved by someone who we allow to grow?…

HOUR 7 REGRETS When I was a teenager, my widowed mother and I were best friends. She was my confidante, (it shocked my friends) and I was hers. Some made me uncomfortable, but I would listen, and I grew up fast. She prayed for a…

Heart Breaking Chest tightening Butterflies fluttering Shallow breath Hyperventilating Sweaty palms Constant thoughts I can’t stop any of this

What love is not Cinderella and the glass slipper rather it’s slipping on the glass and given a hand to stand up; What love is not Sleeping Beauty awakened by a kiss after a hundred years of sleep rather it’s being brought breakfast after sleeping…

Prompt 5 words   Hiding in my fall jacket Taking that self care mom moment Sitting in my carport before I go inside Before the cars lightbulb gives my secret away Drinking from my Starbucks Bucket Wrapped in cinnamon warmth Moms Secret Time Mmmmmm Pumpkin…

What is love? This is the third time trying to execute this poem and that’s what love does to someone like me It’s impossible to explain it could be a call home it could be a feeling it could be feeding your cat The beauty…

I love you when you put me first I love you when you let me talk I love you when I interrupt to bring the conversation back to me I love you when you choose me to be first   I love you when you…

What Is Love If You Are Gone?   If you were gone, Days would seem endless And nights even more so.   I would have to call repairmen And car mechanics And financial planners.   I would have to eat all the vegetables By myself…

Sterile white walls hide the maniacal sorrow, Frame the wide windows facing nearby rooftops, Through these endless wells of pouring desire, she laughs and cries, looking at the same fields disappearing in the distance. On mornings after the rain, shallow pools adorn the roof, where…