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Endless love
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Questions
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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…
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Burnout
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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…
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Inner warmth
One month until St. Valentine’s Day. I feel hope even as the cold creeps into my fingers and toes, numbing, reminding me how glorious warmth is. I try not to whine, thinking of those who can’t get warm. Those with no home to go back to, no warm bed or bodies to snuggle. Those for…
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Sunday memories
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Heartbreak
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Clairvoyant
The second day of January came in like a lion, making me wonder if the year was shaping up to be the one of clarity I’m craving so much. Perhaps I became concerned about low visibility because of the blowing snow, but it was probably seeing the Jeep a few cars ahead spin into the…
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First loves
The sound of sobbing greeted my ears. In the dark, I thought I was dreaming But there they were, Crying as if their heart would break Their most beloved had left them Alone, To sleep without the warmth and softness Of companionship Even as I held them Rubbing their back while soothing The tears My…