catching the light holding it reflecting fire flames burn crystal clear you have rendered me speechless, causing my heart to sing A poem for Thursday

  Being one of the oldest glasses in the house, I thought I should say a few things. First, I am proud of Black Pepper for pouring out his soul and seeking his true soul mate. We merit happiness in…

"Mommy are you sad?" *Chelsea asked with a very concerned look on her sweet baby face. Graceful as an angel she put her hands on my cheeks and looked carefully into my eyes. Children have arrows that go straight to…

Candy box blue ribbon, much older lace, beige ticking that covered an old mattress until I tore it off. French postcard of a girl in blue holding an egg. Spring. New life old age. Re-creating Becoming Not an Easter bonnet…

Sacha knows I like to squeeze the toothpaste in the middle, I always have. He says, Mommy, I know it is you! I can't help it, the plump spot just aching to be squeezed, tempting me like a pinch to…