Irish Mo chroí (moh Kree)– translated meansmy heartFrom the first breath, each had a unique start So many personalities, yet…
Category: Rhythmic Stories
From the Blackjack Tree
I saw it from the blackjack treeMy big sister is getting her spanking justbefore me I shimmied up that tall…
Absence
It takes time for a broken heart to healSo many emotions inside you can’t reveal You make your face an…
Youths Door
I was a young girl thenrunning hillsides back when inhaling the clean airs summer breezehanging upside down in a blackjack…
Daddy went out for MILK
Our Daddy went out to buy milk one dayNever to return, he left and went away Those were the words…
Testing Your Mettle
Mettle is the courage to carry on. If someone wants to “test your mettle,” they want to see if you have the…
Wintertime
The cold set in silentlyovernightA grab for the coversI wrap tight The first foot hits the floorThe second goes down,a…
The Willows in Wintertime
Anyone that knows me knows I love a Willowlike no other tree, the Willow is the total show Whether In…
Sisters Shadows
In her sister’s shadows was the place she would goShe was always fourth in line in the sisters’ row always…
A Mothers Lap
My mother always handledHer problems as they landed Folded hands in her lap with her apron tied aroundA crescendo of…
