Just as the past seasons,I must confess;P.S. I LOVE YOU!~Susan McMillan
Do you dream of the familiar ground of faces, voices and smell of food that raised you on the road home? . Do you dread the familiar ground of cold faces, voices and walls that broke you as a child? . Either way, the road home is always familiar! ~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
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
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)