Originally posted on Ripple Poetry :
i am sorry my lost one that choosing a name for you has taken so long it’s just we had to find it for you when we were swimming in the butterfly tears i thought i knew it before you were born but we you were here and gone so…
I wrote this poem a few years ago, but in light of the recent events in Texas it seemed a good time to share it publicly. At the time I penned it a mother had suddenly lost her husband and I was extremely moved by her situation. The poem is not specifically about her, but moreContinue reading “Blue Bonnets”
She was a funny little thing that childhood me – skin and bone, short curly hair, dreams and fancies. She used to like to pretend she knew Joan of Arc personally. She was riding in her army. She stopped her burning at the stake. She loved to pretend she was Heidi, and so when takingContinue reading “Skin and bone, short curly hair, dreams and fancies: Piece 17”
swingwaitingforchild, a photo by gumbootspearlz creations – June Perkins on Flickr. I think this swing waits for a child or a person with a child’s heart or a parent with a daughter or son to entertain. This swing waits and is still for there is no wind. Today my friends, family and I facebooked aboutContinue reading “Swing Waiting For Child”
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