My Mother’s Child

I am my mother’s child; Filled with thoughts and dreams Of climbing trees, galloping horses, sailing ships; Adventures of the mind, expressions of my soul. I am my mother’s child; Filled with thoughts and dreams Of windswept beaches, castles, Places in my mind. I am my mother’s child; Dressed in pink; Told not to dream Or think or act, or be too much. I am my mother’s child Cast out, left out, put out. I am my mother’s child Filled with thoughts and memories Of moonlight rides on galloping horses, Midday lunches on sailing ships; I am my mother’s child; … Continue reading My Mother’s Child

A Good Day to Die

Sunday morning, Soft rain in the Garden; Stillness wraps the day. Birds hum mourning songs, Swooping, fluttering, feasting On seeds and nuts and fruit. Outside, coral hibiscus unfurl their blossoms, Glistening with dewdrops As soft rain and stillness wrap the day. Inside, a figure lies; Lips slightly askew, Gnarled fingers twisted in sheets. Quietly, a nurse leans to check for a pulse, Brush a wisp of hair, straighten fingers, While angels watch – and wait, and wait, and wait. Sunday morning, Soft rain wraps the stillness; A good day to die. ********* Jo Anne 6/4/2107 Continue reading A Good Day to Die