Do you dream of the familiar ground of faces, voices and smell of food that raised you on the road home? . Do you dread the familiar ground of cold faces, voices and walls that broke you as a child? . Either way, the road home is always familiar! ~Susan McMillan
It happens When words fall asleep inside us To things that cut deep At times To things that take our breath away It’s that simple! ~Susan McMillan
I will serenade you To my last breath Because I am a poet! . I love you today . I love you always . I love you forever! ~Susan McMillan
We were kids; teens! “I love you” Your words to me… . Your face has faded since then Your words I vividly remember! Could it be A faded first love? Or A twisted love affair? -Susan McMillan
My happy place My reason My story . Seems like loving you Is all I would rather do! P.S. I love you… ~Susan McMillan
It’s deep Many times there are no words To describe it for it hurts . It cuts so deep; For a moment, days, months, years At times for many seasons . In silence I pray For healing In silence I wish for endurance In silence I wipe the tears That I don’t have the “power”…… Continue reading Grief
Rainbows and pink bows Are for little girls Fairies and diaries Keep little girls’ fantasies alive. I… was never that little girl! ~Susan McMillan
