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Adulting
Another quiet morning listening to the clock on the wall ticking away comfortably. I’ve poured my coffee and put my butt into the depression on the couch that everyone fights over, which makes me smile. It’s just a depression, but it’s the place I fed all my babies in the quiet nights while the clock…
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Little miracles
Climbing like a monkey, Glee in his eyes. He reaches for the item he wants, Fearless in his desire to attain his goal. I watch as he learns new things, as he grows and changes Full of bittersweet emotion. Joy that my little one is so happy, so curious and fun, and sorrow because this…
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Easter egg hunt
They lined up against the fence, Gazes fixed, glares intense Battle fever glowed in their stance, Even though a few tripped on their pants Ready, set, GO!!! A wild cry erupted Screams all around, kids interrupted Cranky and tearful without the prize Tears flowed like a river from her eyes Yes, this is how I…
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The Measure of A Human
Today is Good Friday. What does that mean to you? I’m not really sure what it means to me now that I’m an adult. I grew up Christian and went to church almost every week until I left home at eighteen. Then my visits to church became more sporadic, and recently only for the christenings…
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Lost mooring
Blindly reaching out for purchase, the shock of the moment shatters her. Expected but still not prepared she wilts, sorrow clouding her eyes. The illness had been a long time building, but slowly he’d slipped through her fingers, a few memories at a time until he lay mutely, not responding to those he’d loved so…
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Tenacious
The drive to work is full of the symbols of life. Spring has come, strong in its will to oust the winter Pussywillows stretching from branches, Questing for the sun. The geese have returned, honking their pleasure at newly open expanses of water, A sugar crust of ice remaining Sleep is a struggle for many…
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Champion
Cookies by the light of the stove, long after the kids are in bed changing the oil early in the morning before the kid goes back to school, because you want to keep them safe and that’s what you know countless road trips over icy highways, shuttling them back and forth helping to pick all…
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Cusp
On the edge of truth, between the place of lies and reality the word sits on the cusp neither good or bad just waiting “cancer” so hard to say but there, nonetheless between us. I try to soften it, adding qualifiers and uncertainty but I’ve felt it for awhile, seen it in their aura, smelled…
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Passport
The First breath is wet, stunned. A moment between warm and cocooned, to harsh, white and cold. I’ve been there, a traveller in other lands, gifted with moments only moments where I can visit another land. I can’t live there, it’s not my place now. I pass the new life to grateful arms, always overwhelmed…