When I was yours, you caught me when I stumbled and kept me near to avoid harm. I know I was everywhere, so it must have been exhausting. You still smiled. Love was your lesson plan, and you taught it with enthusiasm. When I couldn't find the path, you held the light. You made certain … Continue reading Reversal
I hold your childhood in my cupped hands. I bring my hands to my chest, and slowly open them. The treasure floats free and soaks into my flesh and passes through my bones to rest in my heart. Yesterday’s treasure was memories of your younger sister. What will tomorrow’s treasure be? I will hold them … Continue reading A Strange and Mournful Day
When I’m old, I’ll let my hair grow long and I won’t ever dye it again. I’ll buy a motorcycle. My tresses will be at mid-thigh when I put on my aqua pants and magenta leather jacket. I’ll cram my helmet atop my head and yell, “Weehoo!” as I jump on my bike. I’ll fly … Continue reading When I’m Old
Your green eyes are brighter than I’ve ever seen them. You’ve been questing your whole life, but this level of intensity is in the stratosphere. Your gaze pierces and holds me. It demands answers, and I have none. I am mesmerized by the emotions moving across your face. They are fireworks rising and unfolding, things … Continue reading Momma
Sill trying my hand at poetry. This is a Korean form called Sijo. You can learn more from the Sejong Cultural Society Quarks, cells, and stars in her head; sharp and aware of here and now.Living room graced by Fairies, fantasy is reality.Slowly unbecoming, I must find for her a safe place.