P.S.
Just as the past seasons,I must confess;P.S. I LOVE YOU!~Susan McMillan
Tag: tales
The road home
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 love
My happy place My reason My story . Seems like loving you Is all I would rather do! P.S. I love you… ~Susan McMillan
What now?
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?
Haunted
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…
Love is Loving the same person Over and over again Despite the seasons Life brings our way; I love you! ~Susan McMillan
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)
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
