This Man

This is my first shot at free verse. Constructive feedback would be appreciated. He sits at the foot of my bed His words a river Filling the empty lake Of his daughter’s soul. Those days when my spine quivers, He becomes the mountain at my back. When I worry myself into a knot He is … Continue reading This Man

Holding Hands

Dad pulled into the parking space as I lay in the backseat looking at the ceiling of the car. I took a bite of my red Twizzler and said, “Do you suppose all raindrops are the same size?” I heard him put the car into park and undo his seatbelt. “Probably not.” He opened the … Continue reading Holding Hands