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Death and the Mother
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Love…
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Love…
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Holiday hijinks
A Hailstorm of holidays, A blessing of brownies Crafting by the dozen Turns frowns upside-downies When Santa arrives Everyone cheers And carols are sung With disregard to adult ears Another late night But that’s quite okay Because Christmas is almost here In only a few days I’m ready for sleep Even if the children are…
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Northern time
I was a new grad out on my own terrified by how much I still didn’t know I told myself I could look things up ask for help; Using bandages To mask my insecurity The reality was so different Initial terror faded in the face of hectic days, sleepless nights. Patch jobs, transferring patients elsewhere…
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Hands
Hands Guiding, shaping holding on, letting go supportive, frail My hands stretch out sometimes to catch, sometimes to wave goodbye, watching the soul take flight into the huge, never ending sky. Veins of my grandmother, who I loved very much I would play with them as a child, fascinated by the way they would wiggle…
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Thought