My special tiny oneDoctors helped you growLooking at you made me smileYour growth was a bit slowTaken to intensive careYou slept in an incubatorThere were many prayersLots of good indicatorsMany months at the hospitalLots of medical proceduresSo precious...
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Angel Face
Written for and dedicated in loving memory to my beautiful Katy 💖Innocent one,come take my hand,as we exploreGod's wonderland; Trust in mefor each me day;We'll learn new lessonsalong the way; God's gift to me,I promise you, all the lovea child is due; Grow with me,spread your wings; Learn of love and lifeand special th...
When I was young I thought I knewall the answers to get me throughall the troubles that came along,but now I see how very wrongthat thinking was and now I knoweach trial was meant to help me growanother branch upon life's treeto make me the person I'm mea...
The Great Big Flower
The flower who grows a familyOnce upon a time, there was a great big flower, she had survived terrible droughts and floods. But now, wanted to plant her own seeds in the planting season. She planted her first seed. She kept it close so she could shade it and shelter it as it grew. Th...
Rusty, the Screen Door it Slams
Navigating the storms of becoming an adult at 12 is never easy.Rusty, the screen door it slams. “Ya’ll be careful out there, please.” Momma yells. Rusty, the screen door it slams as Momma ushers us outside. “Little pitchers.” Momma says to Daddy. Rusty, the screen door it slams as Daddy sends us outside. “Daddy doesn...
Always remember
Written for my momSomething stops me.There is something I need to tell you,But how can I even start to say,the many many things that cross my mindAs I think about all that we have been through. I guess to begin - is to look at you.From the first moment that we metYou loved...
From Sisyphus: School
Sisyphus speaking to the stars about his plight remembers his teacherOur teacher handed us some seedsand said,“Go plant these in your yardand water them,then let your questions grow with every leaf.He hardly spoke except to askwhat’s on our minds,and when we didn’t say a word,he’d shake his head and say,“Well, that’s too b...
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The New Jane
New look, new possibilitiesJane, slender short andplain enough, in a teal room, bay window,daybed, cream primrose cottonblanket, antiqued mirror, Monetprint on the wall (morning light, pale autumn, the City), hardbound Pelican Shakespeare on the oakchair, open to a page ofCymbeline...