...is allowing someone to sleep when you want them awake. ...is saying that it will be ok when you aren't sure if it will. ...is calling and listening to what people have to say when you are embarrassed. ...is making sure that saying "I love you" is the last thing they hear before they leave.… Continue reading Forgiveness…
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Leaving
Today we held hands over your bag which was between us. Both of us were tired, dark circles beneath our eyes; purple with sadness and exhaustion. As we got closer to the airport, we held hands. We didn't talk. But your grip got tighter and as the airplanes got bigger I could feel you getting… Continue reading Leaving
A poem for Thursday
Do you remember those days? Do you wish they would come back to you? Do you want to start over? Perhaps you just need a rest. Do you remember those dreams? Do you wish you still had them? Do you still long for the same things? Are you still feeling blessed? I don’t know. I… Continue reading A poem for Thursday
simple
“Go home!” I said, again and again “But I don’t know where that is.” I replied. “Well then, just do your best. Try and re-trace your steps. After all, isn’t it just you and I?”
magic 3
The best part about the Autumn is the season of 3. Of you, you, and me. And holiday shopping and leaves falling and pie and that Christmas tree farm on the Avenue and decorating the tree for the season and wine in the kitchen and that time you wore a cape to dinner, and the… Continue reading magic 3
Sisters
When I think about you, I imagine you wearing yellow and how the sun catches your hair red-gold. I imagine a space that is so white it is blinding, and sunlight dripping lace patterns onto hardwood floors; places for you to dance around. Your dress is linen. It may be cream. It may be purple.… Continue reading Sisters
Joyce
Yesterday we honored the dead, and for me-a very special lady who I wish was still here. All this year, I would imagine her sitting in the kitchen listening to the goings-on of my life and imagine her reaction to some of the madness, the joy, the learning, the deep sorrow that has blanketed 2018.… Continue reading Joyce
Blessed be!
Samhain approaches, the veil thins. The moon beckons me closer to her while the harvest begins to yield bounty. Wheat and corn husks rippling in the breeze, apples and pumpkins; as bright as any Christmas ornament catch my eye as I pass their fields. I love the look of hay bales, mums and gourds. I… Continue reading Blessed be!
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