Rainbows and pink bows Are for little girls Fairies and diaries Keep little girls’ fantasies alive. I… was never that little girl! ~Susan McMillan
Life happened “Alas” Poetry was born. ~Susan McMillan
Nameless beings Is what we have become To our “busy” neighbors . Respect for the elders Has become an “antique” concept That non of of our generation Care to learn . The head of the “home” Has become whoever; Mother, father, child at times non! . The creator That our fore fathers blessed For the…… Continue reading What now?
All of it is haunted! The “air”, space and “beings” . Brutally They haunt my mind All over again! I can still smell it; The sadness, tears and “blood sweat” . The unbearable pain Of a childhood crashed, The weakness within my bones, The agony of feeling helpless and hopeless Is all crystal clear like…… Continue reading Haunted
Love is Loving the same person Over and over again Despite the seasons Life brings our way; I love you! ~Susan McMillan
Behind her vibrant “smile” I see sadness Built over time; Someone stole her Smile. ~Susan McMillan
Consumed; In worry Hope Love And guilt . After they slumber, that is a successful day! never the less a mother remains consumed about the next day and the following; that is a glimpse of motherhood! Susan McMillan (Beauty in motherhood)