Middle children are always the quietest. They don’t begin that way, but Circumstances, make them so. The older ones hog all the limelight. The younger ones command all the love. The middle child is confused. Should she make…
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A Poetic Story.
When I wrote this story, I felt it needed something more. The characters and dialogues were nice but I wanted more than nice, I wanted extraordinary! Wanted my story to sing at the top of its voice and express the…
I Walk With Invisible People
I walk with invisible people While out walking in the park I see All those who have passed by me The spirit world envelopes me All my departed loved ones I see I follow my…
My Heart – A Sonnet
My Heart When I sit with my hand over my heart. I am healing by talking to my mom. We are together even when apart. Her dear sweet memory, my soothing balm. While out walking I look up at…
Missing My Mother
And then, somehow, I don’t know why, I tell her everything and cry. She hugs me then, and right away I feel less sad. That’s mother’s way… ~Anonymous, “Mother’s Way,” 1905 Why does it hurt so much when I talk…
While I Breathe, I Hope!
“While I breathe, I hope” – (Dum spiro spero) Every time I take a selfie, I see A few more wrinkles and fine lines on me Saw the same on my mother’s aging face Feared losing my pretty mom…
What If? – Sonnet
WHAT IF? What if I pretend all is fine with me? Would it assauge your guilt and relieve you? When you look at me what is it you see? Is my smile fake or my agony true? …
Forget Me Not
I remember, I used to remember Memories play tricks on my aging mind I make plans for April in December Still forget if there’s no one to remind. My lengthy to-do list I cannot find Now I write with…
At the gym with my parents.
Missing my parents so much it is unbearable. ‘Who, being loved, is poor?’ ~ Oscar Wilde My parents accompanied me to the gym yesterday, and it was wonderful. I showed them my fitness routine and they were proud of me.…
Raindrops are Teardrops.
Raindrops are teardrops from heaven I think raindrops are teardrops from heaven They are crimson hued and warm to the touch They all cry like me twenty four seven There’s a reason they are crying so much. The angels…
INCOMPLETE ME
Now that you are gone I seek search to no avail The place I call home Memories are real How else could I see you both Whenever I like. Gone but not too far By my side in a…
SLIP OF THE MIND
Forgetfulness can be cute when you are young. Children forget to bring homework to school, forget to inform parents about a PTA meeting – all innocently. As we grow older, we tend to forget fewer things. It’s still cute when…
The Adventures of Roy’s Grandma
Do you know Roy’s grandma? Did you see her yesterday and wonder why her hair was so frizzy and wild? It’s kind of a funny story. Grandma joined a gym after the birth of her grandson, Roy, in 2018. Grandma…
Laugh Please :) #FridayReflections
I am linking my story to the prompt for #FridayReflections –‘Always laugh when you can. It’s cheap medicine’ – Lord Byron I have so much to say but am at a loss for words. Why do I feel this way?…