Tag: prose

  • Telling tales

    Telling tales

    Another Tuesday, not a turning point just a stop along the way. I look around and wonder What did I forget to do today? A night spent doing laundry Which is never done as well My mind is in a quandary, But my blog an empty shell I started to write a story, But another…

  • Making a molehill

    Making a molehill

    I looked at my schedule for the week with a groan. It seemed at first glance to be an insurmountable journey, the Mount Everest Of responsibilities. I closed my eyes and shook my head, unable to comprehend that I would be able to get through it. Then I sighed, and broke it down, one thing…

  • Father’s Day

    Father’s Day

    The cracked hands hid a wealth of time Etched in each and every callus Worn with weather and with age They marked him as a man of experience But the same rough hands That lifted an engine, Changed a tire, built a house Were soft and warm Holding each of his newborns, And grandchildren He…

  • Wisdom from a cat

    Wisdom from a cat

    What can a cat teach a child? I watch as my little boy learns the rules of life. Be nice, Because you get what you give Don’t bother them when they’re irritated, Give them some space Pats feel nice, And when done right, Everyone is happy Nothing feels as nice As cuddles on a cold…

  • A fork in the map

    A fork in the map

    Today is the first day I’ve written in my journal in over a week. I’ve thought about writing in it every day in passing, but other obligations kept intruding, and I packed the thought away, “for later” And now tonight, I open the blank pages and stare at June the 4th, the last time I’ve…

  • Sleepy boy

    Sleepy boy

    Little boy blue You’re oh, so warm Full of sound and fury Like a summer storm The sleep in your eyes Makes it hard to see But still you refuse To go to sleep for me I turn off the lights And cuddle you close I feel your tension ease As your spot is chose…

  • Champion

    Champion

    I am writing even though I know you will never read this. You’ve been gone so long, sometimes I can’t remember your face. But the memories we made together have guided me through life, a stalwart navigator on a sometimes stormy sea. I remember the times we spent together in childhood, when I would sleepover…

  • Giants

    Giants

    I didn’t write yesterday. I thought about it, at least once an hour or so. But then instead, I found myself living, laughing and crying at talks given by insightful, amazing women with so much to share, Such wisdom and such humour. I’ve always thought that wit is something you can’t fake. You can study…

  • Sisterhood

    Sisterhood

    My first full day of conference. For the first time in ten years, I was riveted in my chair by every speaker. I felt the power of the amazing women presenters. I cried with joy and sadness I felt enriched by the wisdom of others who were older and wiser, As well as those who…

  • Mommy guilt

    Mommy guilt

    Why does everything take longer than you think it will? Last minute packing always extends past the slated hour into another place altogether, where you begin to get nervous about not getting everything done. And then miraculously, it’s finished. Just in time to worry about what everyone will do without me. I know, logically, that…