Like the sun that sets for a day’s end Like the leaves that fall down the bend Like the rains that fall when it can’t hold Yes, to bid and to end is a move so bold. For the sun should be out for the…

Time. Time is the fastest runner in this world. I tried to chase it, I tried to outran it, But, this routine of mine just seem so absurd. Time. Time has a bad habit of leaving people behind. One moment you’re floating together in its…

I wonder if its the end As i clearly remember the first time we met The first hug, the first kiss, the first dance Still gives me butterflies in my stomach The first time i saw you, the first touch of our hands, the first…

I saw a world in shambles Lost and broken; in despair Without some form of anchor To hold its peacetime wear But deep within that sadness A faint beacon still remained Within the little children To whom hate must be explained For they know not of…

Open. Widen. Rip. Tear. Twist. Push. A soul’s first first journey, at the expense of another. A mother’s gift to her babe, a gift unreturnable, unpredictable, a present to create presence. Love begets agony, at its peak — silence. Time freezes, the world is created…

I have already had such a good life Two precious children, I’ve been a fair wife. Remember both the good and the bad Don’t ever let time make you sad See life through my eyes and know How proud I am wherever you go. I…

Funny how at the beginning You can find an end, Shining like recycled gold Or the afterbirth Of something long, strenuous, And possibly inadvisable. When you find the end, You can place it with great delicateness On your finger. It may fit there, snugly, Sparkling into…

The sound that awakens me and puts me to sleep The touches and the voices that bring me to my feet The unconditional and welcomed annoyance That makes me yell, smile, laugh, and cry all in the same week The “Ouch-es”, the “Stop it-s”, the…

Never made a clean getaway Always left hairs in the sink And unvacuumed spider carcasses Under the bed   Never made it past the driveway Without smearing a tear through mascara Or remembering my coffee cup Left on the kitchen table   Never forgot anything That…

I hear the change . . .  it’s in her voice . . . in her way. Mom is getting old; I don’t want to accept . . . she will one day leave. Leave me here; Alone. The world she protected me within; And…