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
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
Love That gives beyond Limits A heart that stretches Miles and Miles A soft place To fall again and again . Grandma . A firm hand A present love A listening ear . Tender Selfless Compassionate; An All around blossom In the desert. Susan McMillan For all grandmothers that are just that special.
Ink That gathered history For the eyes Ears and hearts To judge . Generations pass The ink to the next And next Simmering hearts With anger While creating hunger To drop ink Of blood Into the next generation . Rolled on scrolls To run it’s course Like poison Killing it’s prey Like wild fire On…… Continue reading Well traveled ink.
Broken past Bound by grace Building nations Without a notion Of oil and water Black and white But God’s grace For His people . Christ as the foundation, Cry beloved nation Cry beloved Children Cry beloved people For His Grace is sufficient To heal our nation. Susan McMillan A cry for our nation
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
The gesture Of a young love Striking hard Without limits Of hearts and hurts Hearts racing Hands tangled Eyes locked In that moment… Susan McMillan
Hey stranger? She asked Without hesitation In her voice. Do u mind if….? She asked without holding back Can we? She went on With a straight look Of command. I was born across the seas Raised by the wind Don’t know what to believe When I choose to believe I smile when I choose to…… Continue reading Hey stranger!
I claim June for mine ; a little Island at heart through the heat it brings. June 1985 I was held in the arms of a mother June was then my claimed place. June 2008 I was held In the arms of a man I owned June for sure. June makes me smile for the…… Continue reading Sun kissed!
Fancy pain I call it; assembled with might to not break even if it hurts. Bruised petal it is; still standing as it dies. Broken wings; of a bird that still tries to fly. Steady stream; of a rolling River about to burst through rocks. A crack; in a glass about to shatter at the…… Continue reading Bottled tears