MOTHERS CHILD

We are carved and we are cared for, Cuddled and coddled all our lives, But we are, will always remain A mother’s creation, the love And labour of the hands That first held us. I see you In me, in the minutes so simple, In the moments so precious, Sometimes so predictable, Other times obscure. […]

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The Judgment of the Shadows

Did we smile at each other, At least, at all, Before the bond broke That day, that morning, After the dawn rose In all its innocence, Imperceptive Of how it would part us, Ignorant of the virtue you’d lost And the sadness it would cost.     And did you feel the judgment of the […]

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Sunday Morning Rituals/Yesterday Once More

From your bedroom This morning, This ordinary Sunday morning In September As I holidayed at home And watched from the window The saucy shadow of winter Teasing the sun’s final rays from the garden, The scent of your hairspray came Floating through the air And transported me Through a lifetime of living To that other […]

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The Wonder that was You

Are we alike- I ask myself? Could we ever be linked Together, Today, any day, As Mother and Son? Can we even claim Those titles Within each others eyes Having spent All our lives Apart, Or rather- All of mine Since that cord was cut? And yet, I wonder Do ties still bind? Did it […]

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La Mere et Moi

I am sure it was Spring But in the scattered photos By my slippered feet The weather recalls it winter. Your first foray Into the new world I had run to, Forsaking the familiar For the unknown, Discarding childish ways for adult desires. Your glistening eyes lit up As I showed you the treasures I […]

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