A memory made is like A nail pulled out of wood. Once there, Always leaves a lifetime mark! ~Susan McMillan
From a distance I see smoke off chimneys In fact, I can smell it in the air . Well lit houses With families gathered at supper tables Subtle music lingering in the air Effortless hellos I encounter Joyful; my heart feels. ~Susan McMillan
Take my word My little one For the love deep in my heart; The kind of love that can never be lost The kind of love that will still linger after my last breath The kind of love that will whisper a smile on a sad day The kind of love that will sway a…… Continue reading Dear child
A mother’s hands gently Holds little baby for the first time; Pure, precious, perfect and fragile!
” you will always be Number 1″ My little boy says. His little eyes say it’s true But I know It’s a “lie” A naive lie Until “she” appears. Susan McMillan For my little boy
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.
Like “ant piles” We made mounds in every corner Eager to learn, live and leave someday Trying to find ourselves Or something like that… Accepting changes In between class rooms . The hallways broke us; We made friends And lost them at times Had our first fights That lasted seasons Our worst of grades Glued…… Continue reading High school