Gift of Motherhood and Songs I think I was going to wait so long for paradise, to hold my mother like me at childhood would, to my doll. But you came as an angel, not fallen. It was as if mother resurrected into your body,…

VISIONS DE L’AMOUR DE SOI or, Visions of Self-Love -for Luba Morsch   on my 21st birthday for the first time I became aware my Mama really knew me it might seem odd but, to a sensitive soul like me, advice is indistinguishable from complaint…

By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 10 pm 28/06/2020 Australian EST Prompt 24; Hour 24: Write a poem about a gift, real or imagined, fantastical or boring. _______________________________________________________________ {The Greatest Gift}               The greatest gift I have been…

I decided to go back to an old chapter of my book, One that has too many crossed-out names, So that I could dot the I’s and cross the t’s. Re-read the one chapter that made me who I am through, Tear stains and constant…

Remember You vowed never to forget Tuesday, September 11, 2001, a business morning, workers rushing to beat time clocks, when the first plane hit between floors 93-99 of the 110-story North Tower; it’s 8:46am, do you remember? At 9:03am, a second plane hits floors 77-85…

He gave me a present, Not bought, Not pretty and gift wrapped in silvery paper, Not shoved in a box with a card on top, He will give me an idea. Gift wrapped in words, Only thought of, not thought through I can make it…

Night knows when to happen. It creeps slowly at dusk making it harder to see. And when it allows the sun to set, it breathes heavily like an old man. It is still and steady.  

So many times we give a gift wanting something in return. But there is a gift I have received I wonder if you’ve heard.   It is the gift one size fits all and guess what it is free. It’s given to the entire world…

The only gift I ever wanted came to me, The only thing I’ve ever wanted, since I was three When all I ever wanted was to be Happily married To, exactly, only and both: Brad and Dee Forever happened forever and it never came to…

Faint flickers, Grandmother’s stories, Lead into maternal line, Knowing at once where, The key departed John left, Her friend called her the day, After he died as he had promised he would. Forwards and inert chest flicker, Always felt not seen nor heard, Deciphering all…