Motherhood is not an on & off switch. It is a lifetime commitment of unconditional love for our children.
It’s like a needle and thread, Stitch by stitch embroidered In every child’s life; a life time gift.
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
There I was feeling stuck in that moment of pain and despair. Every part of me physically hurt and I knew I was truly dying. That was 2011, I can joyfully say that I made it through and I thank God yet again for the many people He used in my life. I spent months…… Continue reading Cancer journey; hospital nurses
Dear Stepmother, I know I am a stranger talking about the elephant in the room. Yes, we all notice but refuse to speak. It’s taken me many years to be able to have the courage to do so myself. Don’t get me wrong, I believe there are many beautiful hearted women out there that give…… Continue reading Dear Stepmother…
Today, I met a friend In you; the stranger next to me. We agree history has made us strangers; Enemies! but… Let’s try; let’s try to be friends, Let’s try… let’s try to agree on something; Something that will make history worth keeping. Let’s try… Walking at the same pace, Without trying to outrun one…… Continue reading Try…
When you say I matter For me; a “no body”… It’s to be somebody. When you wipe my tears With your own cloth… When you give me your hand You let me hold on… It’s to be somebody. I sit at your table You pass me a cup Your cup I dine at your table…… Continue reading To be somebody.