The words that I just can’t say Are the ones that would let you in and leave me exposed the one way that I am truly vulnerable The only thing that scares me right now the glint of metal the sharp edge painful to the…
Category: Miscellaneous
6am
For Christ was born this day And extended the most beautiful Gift to you and I It didn’t come wrapped in pretty paper and bows It came wrapped in his blood In his sweat and in his tears On this day, when Jesus Knocks on…
5am
what i would do- just to go back in time… Just to be able to- save her right my wrongs do things over What I would give to be able to see her again
…that keeps on giving?
As a kid I made gifts for special occasions birthdays, Christmas – parents, grandparents, aunt, uncle hangers-on all got something made by my own two hands. for a few years it was something acrylic clear, encasing some object or picture deemed worth of enshrinement by…
11:00 p.m The new birth!
Last summer before his return was dry, she felt like a scorched field or a thirsty fly. One day her dad said: ” the bargain is done. You’ll be married. We’re on verge. There’s a good dowry, who’ll care?”. “What? You have promised..” ” It…
Note to self #Prompt1
Brim with confidence. step into the light. Shine bright. Don’t be afraid to dance with your dark side. Take a trip to the wild side. I promise it’ll be worth it. It’s your time to shine. let the words flow, let your heart express, let…
One Last Time #24
Let’s take a walk One last time Through the canopy And laugh like we’re five Let’s sit down Share a worry or two Dream about days ahead All the things we know we’ll never do Let’s reminisce Of the days we climbed mountains Of the…
My Mother’s Clothes
She was a fashion bug in the 60s Then a sexy dresser in the 70s Then a shoulder pad mama in the 80s Then a suit and silky pant person in the 90s Then a yoga pant and long top in the 2000s Then an…
Sunset #23
Today I saw the sun set For the 26th day in a row Birds fly by, the day’s work done As I stand at my window And dream of home Sunflowers in the hedge Curry on the stove Scents of comfort and hope. I wither…
Teacher’s Best Friend
My lunchbox Waits patiently for me. Bent and square, Sometimes forgotten On the counter Or in the car. It cradles My peanut butter sandwiches And granola bar, Longing for My embrace.