A mother…
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)
Tag: poetry
Effect!
My walls are higher and stronger because I had to protect myself from you! ~Susan McMillan
Winter in June
She’s all winter; Cold heart Cold eyes Cold presence Cold and brutal words That “Pierce” so sharp! I forget it’s summer. ~Susan McMillan
Know me
Like puzzles we are made up of pieces of life experiences; good or bad don’t! don’t feel sorry for me when I tell my story the best I know how; “words”. Instead, get to know me; the me that’s not visible. ~Susan McMillan
Hurt
Stale smile Is all you get Frozen expression If I happen to see you Ice cold Is all I can be Once you have hurt me this deep. ~Susan McMillan
Tradition?
We held our son; Their family lineage Their last name My father’s grandson . My brothers Hold our father’s lineage Father’s last name A daughter, I held father’s last name Only for a “moment” . I “smile” While wondering, Is it fair? Is it okay? To carry and hold a child; my own blood My…… Continue reading Tradition?
Is it me or time?
Mama, I still wonder about the passing time without you about who you really were about your fading Smile In other mamas I swear I have seen your face I have heard your voice I have felt your touch It’s been a while though since I cried for you since I missed you…… Continue reading Is it me or time?
