A mother’s hands gently Holds little baby for the first time; Pure, precious, perfect and fragile!
Yes! They freely roll Down like river Mississippi With a hint of blood . Effortlessly They roll down little cheeks Like summer thunder Hitting dry ground . Child, Little child cries Little child wails From a hurting belly For bread crumbs . No There’s no other reason But hunger! Hunger That hurts little one Hunger …… Continue reading A child’s tears
Grandma’s eyes Knew to hold tears in place like A wedding bouquet to a bride . Aunt had died Her shell was to be buried She was grandma’s baby That I knew… My eyes “wanted” to see grandma’s tears I wanted to cry with grandma I wanted to share grandma’s pain At least one more…… Continue reading Grandma’s tears.
Dear mama, I wrote a “script” For your obituary A well deserved Note for the world To know you From me . Mama, A beautiful creation; God’s child Gentle soul Kind being Rich heart With love to give A smile to share A friend A lover; Daring to outshine “Romeo and Juliet” Mother of 4…… Continue reading The obituary
Dear night fall, Deny me not The pleasure of day light When The birds Chirp in the air And The bees Buzz through sunflower fields While The ducks Quack by the pond . Dear night fall, My eyes Cry out for day light Not night Fall When Crickets chirp And frogs croak to scare me…… Continue reading Night Fall
When we had our little ones just like any other parent, our hearts raced towards getting our space child proofed. We wanted to make sure nothing was a danger for them around. We got those electrical plugs, baby gates, baby monitors and on as y’all may know if you have ever taken this route. That…… Continue reading Childproofing our homes
Bare hands held out Of a grieving mother shattered As little one fades away. Susan McMillan
Warm hands To cradle little one In a cruel world . Wake from slumber To a simple smile Of being wanted . A simple need For a little being Love Love Love; A simple touch of love For it is a birthright! Susan McMillan
My child Of many nations Child of Crossed bridges and walls Cracked history of hate To love A swirl Of Henna and wine Salt and pepper My child Of many tribes Of mountains climbed And oceans crossed. Your tongue Has tasted Palm oil Yet knows a drizzle Of olive oil Over romaine Africa calls…… Continue reading Swirled child
Sit at that table Sharing an honest bite That we once did With old bent spoons? Sharing dreams That helped us survive The old rusted Metal that surrounded us? Would we Still survive The bean weevils In every bite Off our spoons? Would we Still smile At the beating From those iron hands? Would we…… Continue reading Would we?