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: short stories
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?
Mothers!
Like the perfect fragrance On your skin A mother can be. Like the worst perfume A mother could be! Does she make you laugh? Does she make you cry? Does she just leave you emotionless? A mother; She could paint your day with sunshine She could paint your day with darkness. A mother could lift…… Continue reading Mothers!
A writer’s way
Tear drops with laughter in between Broken hearts at times full hearts Bleeding hearts you may spot from a far All we pour on paper . We are writers aren’t we? ~Susan McMillan
