Anger is a poison
masking deeper feelings
about unconditional love caught
in an untenable situation
stumbling along the path to acceptance
I hear something fall and glance backwards –
it’s just a little piece of my heart
big girls don’t cry
Strive to live each day in little moments Noting the joy of each and let them become as small steps leading you through the darkness If you can capture one another will surely follow Sometimes we have to tell ourselves to breathe until the normal rhythms of life take over again
I started to ask myself when did it begin How many days? 365 in most years, so has it been 1,825,000 – or more even science doesn’t know the answer Some would say quantifying things is important even necessary – but Life might be about each moment – how would one possibly find a way…
She was a nothing cat a stray but she stayed around and they grew up together when he went away he gave her to his little sister it didn’t matter because it was just a scuzzy, nothing kind of cat Margie took care of the cat and whenever she wrote she always assured him that…
Young and very much in love I’d often be overcome by emotion unable to express the depth and breadth of all that was swirling inside Sometimes finding words – though not the right ones I stumbled over them all the reasonable response rarely emerged Less than articulate and reduced to tears (happy tears, sad tears…
We lay there – I, draped along the sofa while she curls herself inside the bend of my legs They, by contrast, stand sentry seated side by side in the large chair near the fireplace poised. ready Over and over we replay this scene – Coco and me, Annie and my husband They inevitably glance…
Eagle flying in the air all alone, always there ever circling what do you see on the ground cold, dark, dank, brown circling, ever circling Over treetops, over farms lying fallow – is it flight keeps you alive? time long gone I’d lay watching as you worked the currents finally running in for the kill…