The song of my eyes….
Lying there, on my side, I breath in deeply.
My lips part.
Hot air rushes in whirling little currents out my lips.... more »
I Am A Mother
Sitting in darkness.
It wouldn’t matter if there were any light,
Reading words that confirm my many failings.
Tears begin to flow again.... more »
Separated by time,
And a little bit of space,
Each reflecting... more »
In the beginning she knew…
then she ignored it…
and now she realized she could no longer deny,
she admitted once and for all... more »