On the seventh month-
her mother gave her birth
On the fourth day-
she first cried on this earth.
On the seventh month-
her mother gave her birth
On the fourth day-
she first cried on this earth.
I came to a fork in the road,
and knew not which way to turn.
Should I scramble to the left?
Should I clamor to the right?

is a singing dolphin,
that gracefully glides
through ocean waters
compassion in its message
If tenderness were an umbrella,
Without his presence my yearning soul does ache
If I were you
Conquering came in measured steps
in a mountain hamlet on a dusty road.
Victory savored autumn’s best
with no regrets with my daughter’s presence.
Hope overcame a pain filled past.
Each step afforded a new adventure
measured in laughter and adventurous joy. Continue reading “Overcoming”
manure-battered
mud-splattered
Houdini-skedaddlers
mattress straddlers
A timbered voice awakens me–
With promises to set me free–
Dear honeyed words that light a spark–
A mindless need from his remark, sweet urgency. Continue reading “Love’s Embrace”