A mother’s love
It’s like a needle and thread, Stitch by stitch embroidered In every child’s life; a life time gift.
Tag: living
My little one
Sparkles in little eyes A sweet grin every morning A soft landing into my arms With a breath I won’t forget All are mine to keep My little one. For my little ones
Surrender
What if I let you see the thorns That sit silently in this heart Or the needles that painfully poked me To loss for words? What if I revealed the the blood tainted Tears that have sat for ages like a Stagnant Pond baring deadly bugs? What if the scars you see are much deeper …… Continue reading Surrender
Again
Pick me up once again Darling when I fall; please do Again and again and again… ~Susan McMillan
Fall, Autumn to Winter.
The air smells like December But November is yet to come Not forgetting October I know it’s only September A time to gather some apples For some waffles. Susan McMillan (For the love of changing seasons)
Life
With gratitude We must live in each passing day With humility We ought to embrace every second In awe Every breathe must be! For life, Is precious; A precious gift undeserved. Susan McMillan
35 camping essentials
Camping was really never my thing. Well, let’s say I love my bed and am no friend to the bug world. In fact, that is probably an understatement. On the other hand though, my beloved (and little ones) love to camp and anything outdoors related. Well, that too may be an understatement of how deep…… Continue reading 35 camping essentials
pain
Bare hands held out Of a grieving mother shattered As little one fades away. Susan McMillan
In between….
Children become adults In between seasons Of Memories made; Collected Tossed Or perhaps Left to linger. A word Becomes words In between years Of love Pain Or rejection. We become seasoned In between seasons Of life About life Living Leaving and learning In between… Susan McMillan
As summer fades…
Summer… As summer fades Into the heart of Fall I will trade my green grass for confetti dry leaves I will smile still For In my heart pouch I have Folded moments into memories; Of the sun rays Of long hours with friends Of my children’s laughter Of giving and receiving Of sharing summer bites…… Continue reading As summer fades…
Rhythm In Life 