The birds are chirping outside It’s March; spring time is coming; I can feel it I can smell it I see it in my orchard blooms! My heart delights as the day opens up What’s to come today?….. I wonder In my wondering, I leave the mysteries of what’s to come To our maker who…… Continue reading Spring time?
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
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
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)
Rhythm In Life 