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 of you Life always carries the saying, “it’s not fair.”It is...
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 your walk. It was straightdangling off the Iron bridge by grandad’s...
Our Daddy went out to buy milk one dayNever to return, he left and went away Those were the words uttered by a young girlThat’s all she remembered about her broken world The boy had asked the question why do you roamthe streetI have to beg for money to help our...
Mettle is the courage to carry on. If someone wants to “test your mettle,” they want to see if you have the heart to follow through when the going gets tough. It is the bare elements that will test your mettle Don’t take the easy path, don’t settle It seems Everyone is flourishing...
The cold set in silentlyovernightA grab for the coversI wrap tight The first foot hits the floorThe second goes down,a mad dash through the door warm socks now wrap my cold toesThe cold reaches now to my nose My remedy is to strap on a maskNow on to the next warming...
Anyone that knows me knows I love a Willowlike no other tree, the Willow is the total show Whether In the summer breezeOr even a cold December freeze The willow tree displays the mostFor hummingbirds, it’s the kindest host When I was a young girl, I had no better guardThen hiding...
In her sister’s shadows was the place she would goShe was always fourth in line in the sisters’ row always got the hand-me-downs, never got the newwaiting patiently in line for her feet to growin worn-out shoes A tear-streaked photo always displayed on her facewaiting in the shadows to find her...
My mother always handledHer problems as they landed Folded hands in her lap with her apron tied aroundA crescendo of voices, still she never uttered a sound I would catch a glimpse of herdeep in thought While her children squabbled for theFavored spot A mother’s lap can only hold so muchFourteen...
The wind through the weeping willowsAs she shakes her spindle, she billows Like a dancing ballerina on her tiptoesFiltering here and there, on her feet flows We sit and stare for more momentsIn a trance from her dancing event The wind through the weeping willowsWatching it makes me so mellow It’s...
Some days it seems to rain and rainMaking you feel confined and restrained I sit and wish for the rain to stopNot thinking about the flowers or crops When life’s anxieties seem like raindrops to youYou pray it stops to let the sunshine through The rain has a purpose with its...
