Bare hands held out Of a grieving mother shattered As little one fades away. Susan McMillan
Dear nation, Land of honor Nation of men and women Of grace and forgiveness Nation that was built From blood and sweat; Hard work! Nation that our ancestors Prayed for Nation of sons and daughters Lost for the flag Nation of fathers and mothers Honored by the flag Nation that we honor Nation that we…… Continue reading Stay afloat!
Mama was laid Underneath the red flowers Where gentle wind blows Overlooking the green mountains With stories untold . Headstones Hold stories untold Of Hearts lifted And hearts broken Of Simplicity And sophistication Of pride And shame Of regret Of freedom And bondage too . They hold more Than meets the eye Headstones hold stories…… Continue reading Stories untold
That photo! That photo of mama Takes me to her days Days I choose not to know Days with a hidden story Days of loving through betrayal! Days of “living” in a sick body Days of letting go of her babies Days of sleepless nights Days of wonder And weariness. In that photo I see…… Continue reading Mama’s tears
The eyes tell a story written out loud Notes sang high Sparkling and speaking of the heart. The eyes of my little one say; I’m safe I’m home I’m loved I’m a precious jewel. Susan McMillan For my little mama; Michele Grace
I claim June for mine ; a little Island at heart through the heat it brings. June 1985 I was held in the arms of a mother June was then my claimed place. June 2008 I was held In the arms of a man I owned June for sure. June makes me smile for the…… Continue reading Sun kissed!
A bed that should have been cold and lonely, turned out to be a warm place filled with love. The feeling of the soft yarn over my cold weary skin gave me a sense of assurance; that someone was praying for me by name, someone was thinking about me, someone loves me, and someone shared…… Continue reading Cancer journey; gifted blankets
To be a mother Is to experience joy; At least for me It is loving; unconditionally It is putting others before myself It is saying an honest prayer; Desiring to be answered It is crying; Not just for me It is laughing from the heart; With moments I hope to keep It is a beautiful…… Continue reading A mother
The day I felt the chill of death… The day I didn’t know how to pray… The day I cried my heart out… The day I grieved for my children.. I longed to be held by him I longed for a friend’s grip I longed for a mother’s prayers I longed for his strength A…… Continue reading Cancer!