Perfect smile! Camouflages all sadness and sorrow Only to face the world yet again With her “war paint” Camouflaging her fears, worries and frustrations. Beautiful “mask” covers up Every line gathered over the years of being a woman; daughter, sister, wife, mother and provider. Woman; faces the world with a strong grip and a “lion’s…… Continue reading Woman
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
She stood straight up With the world at “her feet” A smile so big To knock a cloud out of place Her teeth so white Like winter had come. Mystery woman; I saw from a distance In my poetry book Her zeal and passion I wanted Her command And humility I mimicked Once or twice…… Continue reading Mystery woman
Precious jewel, you glow, you shine, reflecting all the good things in the world. Just look at yourself. Maya Angelou To all of you precious ladies around the world.
Thinking she would whizz her way through Texas like a hurricane hitting hard Charming any cowboy she wished leaving them cowboys wishing Two stepping through Amarillo Down to Dallas for the bull ride Finding a bull that caught her eye Lady Jane Realized she couldn’t make it to Austin For… Her hand she had given…… Continue reading Texas stole her heart
Motherhood is a verb; this I have had to learn with my two babies. As parents, we give so much but more so, mothers give it all. A body that carries little ones for months, sleepless nights, changing diapers, feeding and the list goes on. We just do!; I mean the real act. We do…… Continue reading Motherhood Tees.
“Submission has nothing to do with equality. Men and women are equal, but we have been assigned different roles. Neither role is superior. The Trinity models this concept. The Persons in the Godhead are equal in power and in substance, but each as a different function. Submission is a position we willingly assume in…… Continue reading Brewed Thoughts – Susan Hunt
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
13 was the age I became “a woman”.. Uncle said those words….. Papa said those words….. Grandpa whispered them too! At 13 auntie suggested we visit “the” place The place to prepare me; the prey! Auntie said I was ready then… Mama said I was ready too… Grandma agrees too.. To the market their preying…… Continue reading The prey!
Grandma told me to live.. Grandma told me to love.. Grandma told me to listen.. Grandma told me to learn.. Grandma told me to forgive… She said..”child, keep breathing” She said..”child, keep laughing” She said..”child, learn to rest” She said..”child, don’t chase the wind” She said..”child, life is a gift given once. Live it!” She…… Continue reading Grandma’s words..