Rhythmic Stories

The feel of the sun on your skinRiding the waves on the open sea some days you wander in your mindto a place you would like to be a time when everything felt rightthe days in which you took delight...

Home is a collection of things we loveFighting against the odds and rising above A place to hang all kinds of hatsVisiting neighbors starting up chats Watching children playing in the yardA time when life was rarely hard Home is...

life is only happy when you have something to loveI think we were made that way by our God above Money is temporary, a fleeting value for gathering thingsIt can never bring happiness to the heart unseen When you have...

I will not cry, I will not crumbleYears rolled past. Life gives us tumbles Youth on our side, but we never realizedThe Life that we lived was the best prize Rushing through dishes, then to Friday night datesHeaded to West...

She could see the fog as it was billowing forth The wind had whipped through her; it came in from the north The smell of salt in the water acrid to her noseThe feel of the water spray dripping down...

The “doldrums” is a popular nautical term that refers to the belt around the Earth near the equator where sailing ships sometimes get stuck on windless winds.  The Inter-Tropical Convergence Zone is known to sailors worldwide as the doldrums.  For us,...

Irish Mo chroí (moh Kree)– translated meansmy heartFrom the first breath, each had a unique start So many personalities, yet the heart beats as oneI will never stop loving them until my life is done The ups and downsSmiles and...

I saw it from the blackjack treeMy big sister is getting her spanking justbefore me I shimmied up that tall blackjackThinking I was off my daddy’s pain track I will admit all three sisters were guiltyOf the crime We were...

It takes time for a broken heart to healSo many emotions inside you can’t reveal You make your face an upturned smileLeaving sadness on the shelf for awhile The heart is desperate. That’s trueIt’s a fight to control my thinking...

I was a young girl thenrunning hillsides back when inhaling the clean airs summer breezehanging upside down in a blackjack tree laughter floating heavenwardmama smiles when it’s heard no thoughts of creaking kneesToo busy watching bumble bees No hitch in...