From Inspiration to Realization
The inspiration for the following poem, “I Can Fly,” celebrates my mother’s resilience and the boundless possibilities of the dreams she shared with me. It was a nightly journey she would take after my dad passed. My mother authored poetry and was from a small town. She was a dreamer, a beacon of virtuosity, and […]
My Grandmother, the Crone
The following story is about a tender bond between an elderly grandmother and a young girl, a bond that transcends generations. In her later years, the grandmother had a new role: nurturing a young life, her infant granddaughter. To put your mind at ease, the little girl in this story is none other than me. […]
Shorn Locks
He was five, and I was three, he led, I followed, a happy me. Carried out a stool and sat me down. Under the Lilac tree, fragrance abound. Mother’s scissors in a small hand, blonde curls cut and fell to the ground. Covered the grass and all around, Never a whimper or a sound. He […]
Window Kisses
The moonlight is reflecting off the ground below, welcoming window kisses in the glistening glow. A little hand on the window frame, a tiny face appears in the wavy glass pane. A simple gift, a memory to last forever, and awhile. Dance, and sing, laugh, and smile. A glimpse of you fills my heart with […]
Gramp
A man of great height, a gentleman, caressed a broken little soul, with his big ole hands. Embracing her with his arms, he did hold. Most of all, she loved his smile. To your knee, she only reached, so on your foot, she sat and swayed. The Bible you would read and preach, rocking in […]
Metamorphosis
To me, the word ‘Metamorphosis’ is a colorful melodic noun that has awakened the vocality of my studdering impediment.’ Today’s the day I change and give the mighty Monarch its rightful reign as thoughts of yesteryear memories of the Elephant Mountains, a quaint old country town, and the changes a spinster schoolteacher has made in […]