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I write that which is whispered to me in the hopes to touch your soul. To let you feel all that life has to offer. To open your eyes and mine, and create connections of human existence.

Tag: Mother

Always Worried
Poetry

Always Worried

How oft my stomach knots Queasy from your conception Once upon a time it was for myself But when you … Continue reading Always Worried

Someone To Cuddle
Poetry

Someone To Cuddle

Mommy I miss you Now that will raise some brows Because we weren’t too close While you walked this earth … Continue reading Someone To Cuddle

Being Bits of You
Poetry

Being Bits of You

It reminds me of you The things that I do Catching glimpses of my heritage From your maternal parentage The … Continue reading Being Bits of You

Whispering Spirit
Poetry

Whispering Spirit

The wind whistles through the windows And the curtains dance to the tune An empty room of physical presence But … Continue reading Whispering Spirit

Broken First
Poetry, Stream of Conciousness

Broken First

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “brush.” Use it as a noun, a verb, or an idiom. … Continue reading Broken First

Faded
Poetry

Faded

In memory of my mother who faded from earth 16 years ago today. A mist in the mouth of the … Continue reading Faded

Mom
Poetry

Mom

She is so very adept At so many things Hiding feelings of pain Making enemies Of those that she loves … Continue reading Mom

Great Goddess
Poetry

Great Goddess

She is not tethered to this earth An ethereal spirit in human form She is energy in motion A force … Continue reading Great Goddess

I Remember
Poetry

I Remember

The colour of her lips When she kissed me goodnight The colour of her love When she held me tight … Continue reading I Remember

Beware the Mother
Poetry

Beware the Mother

Thunder, fire and brimstone Lightning bolts flash from her lips A storm twists in her eyes. Mention not this mood … Continue reading Beware the Mother

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