Tag: amwriting

  • No is a complete sentence

  • House of dreams

  • Meaning in moments

    Meaning in moments

    What gives life meaning? Reading Being Mortal by Atul Gawande, I’ve found myself in a contemplative mood. What allows us to continue despite the loses we incur, Sometimes subtle, other times dramatic and cruel? Tonight, I introduced my kids to Darkwing Duck. The warmth of the youngest pressed against my side Filled me with a…

  • A life worth living

    A life worth living

    The warmth of sun on my face, Turned toward the sky A sunrise in the morning, So beautiful it makes me cry The laughter of a child So free and true Storms rolling in Wind howling and blue Crunch of snow Underneath my feet Smiling at a stranger I happened to meet Long, glorious walks…

  • Lights

    Lights

    In a room with a thousand light bulbs One by one They turn on The light is blinding With its simple glow When only a handful appear Will I survive A full illumination? Am I ready To brave such a clear world? With trembling, tentative steps I stand on the stage And chin held high,…

  • Shoulders

  • Friday night

    Friday night

    Falling into bed on Friday, I marvel at the changes the years have made. I’ve always loved early bedtimes, but now, Snuggling in the warmth of the bed, with my kittens and kiddos around me, it’s hard to concentrate. My youngest plays his games while I read, but listening to him talk proves hard to…

  • Lucky Friday

  • The forging

    The forging

    It’s strange how routine invades, Makes even the most bitter event feel somehow okay again. Changes things, Smoothing them into the way they’ve always been again. I am a blade, Honed by hands wiser In the forges of my destiny Each blow that lands Meant to strengthen Until finally, I am dipped in the oil…

  • Blue Monday

    Blue Monday

    It’s said the third Monday of the year is the saddest. Well I may be bewildered at the time passing, but I’m not sad. It’s February with its fake Hearts and chocolates I think is harder for people, whenJanuary slowly fades away in a haze if ice and snow. Yet to me, things are coming…