-
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…
-
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
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…
-
Saturday night
-
Artists
-
Monday the 13th
-
Sunday memories
-
Road at my back
