A writer’s way
Tear drops with laughter in between Broken hearts at times full hearts Bleeding hearts you may spot from a far All we pour on paper . We are writers aren’t we? ~Susan McMillan
Tag: writing
Temptation
A pen. My temptation Is to stare at my pen Words lingering in my mouth As though I could laugh them out . My pen Is within reach At bed time, Perhaps I should snooze But I can’t let my pen down Just like that For she is wicked Like that . She; my pen…… Continue reading Temptation
Losing mama.
Today I wanted mama Today I cried for mama Like I did yesterday. It’s been a while It’s been years It’s been seasons Feels like I am.. Still losing mama. Like I did that year, Today I tried to call mama At least in my mind Like I did yesterday. Today I needed Mama’s voice…… Continue reading Losing mama.
I!
I have danced in the Storm A tune most dare to dance to A tune too high for many I have touched burning coals A way to survive A need to keep on Danced to the lion’s tune Sat in a tiger’s mouth Dinned at a paython’s mercy I have… Danced in the wind Danced…… Continue reading I!
Creating a home out of our four walls.
Four walls, a roof and any one is good to live in it. Perhaps the older I get the more I realize that just having a structure does not make a place a home. You could even call it a meeting station for the family. And perhaps the busier our lives get, the more truth…… Continue reading Creating a home out of our four walls.
Grandma’s words..
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..
On her knees..
On her knees she is groomed to stay.. On her knees; her only measure of obedience is found.. On her knees, she must serve them.. On her knees; her place during supper.. On her knees, she must greet them.. On her knees, she is expected to beg for oil.. On her knees, she begs for…… Continue reading On her knees..
Over that hill!
The mud house over that hill raised us.. We cried and laughed .. We dreamed there.. We played and fought.. We walked and ran.. We hoped each day.. We held on and let go at times.. We lived even when we lost.. We bloomed in our own way.. We went places and came back again;for…… Continue reading Over that hill!
