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.
Painful Invasion of the body! Blood sucking to bare bones Preying On its host every ticking second. In Memory of a blogger friend who courageously fought Cancer.
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
Bare hands held out Of a grieving mother shattered As little one fades away. Susan McMillan
Mama was laid Underneath the red flowers Where gentle wind blows Overlooking the green mountains With stories untold . Headstones Hold stories untold Of Hearts lifted And hearts broken Of Simplicity And sophistication Of pride And shame Of regret Of freedom And bondage too . They hold more Than meets the eye Headstones hold stories…… Continue reading Stories untold
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…
Mama was laid in one; I remember like it was yesterday A lifeless “pose”of her shell Auntie, grandpa and grandma did too “They” left in that pine box; The box that claimed to be the “hero” carrying the “shells” once pampered Shells of my heroes Shells of my memories Shells that loved me Shells that…… Continue reading The pine box!