Daughter Home Poems

Packing up house
I do not like
Much, rather fly a kite,
Or go on a hike!
We lived in our first home 
Almost forever,
But in the last six...

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Go Home, Haley

If you could see what I see—
A soul that’s wild, but meant to be
So much more than smoke and flight,
You’d turn your face...

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Wasn't I more than a little bit surprised, when Jesus Christ very softly and gently
whispered these simple humble words to me,"And, Roxanne, there is a...

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The magician wore 
my mother’s perfume
and conjured family 
from thin air—
a brother renamed uncle,
a wife recast as mother,
a daughter vanishing 
behind a tale of bees.

Each...

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Roots Without Soil

I.
I keep my mother's spoon in my suitcase—
silver worn thin from stirring cardamom tea,
its handle curved like her thumb
pressing into my palm those...

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Mother – A Feeling

Mother...
An emotion, a shadow, a voice.

Whether she belongs to someone or not,
whether she’s with you or not,
everyone knows what a mother is.
Ask...

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MY VIETNAM VETERAN HUSBAND AND I RETURNED HOME TO A HORROR INTRUDERS PICKING OUR LOCKS RIPPING PAGES AGAIN AN ONGOING 23 YEAR HEIST FIR DOCUMENTS...

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The woods are on fire was my first thought
But I was the one who wanted this journey
So, I took another step into the unknown
The night...

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THIS IS QUITE INTRIGUING TO SAY THE LEAST MY JAN 6TH NEIGHBORS ARE FIXATED ON BREAKING IN MY HOME FIR SPORT NOW USUALLY RIPPING MEDICAL...

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END TIMES : ONE 

[Poet’s Note : This poem arose out of a play on quote in Bible by Christ : “I will open my...

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I ate a tangy orange today—
its honeyed nectar pulled me back,
to the orchard, where the air danced
with citrus and sunlight.

That tangy, sweet fragrance
brought back a...

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To lose my heart
Will be a failure
Considering the man
Who comes back home
Every night, torn from inside
A trembling smile
Being held together
With a familiar adhesive....

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In dress uniform,
Was trained for combat,
Which could not compare,
With the task at hand.
Sitting on his knee,
His brown-eyed daughter,
Whose eyes filled with tears,
As she made her...

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Surrender to sleep at last! What a misery, keeping watch all night, wide awake. Soon you’ll succumb to sleep and escape all your troubles. Sleep....

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Homer translations

Surrender to sleep at last! What an ordeal, keeping watch all night, wide awake. Soon you’ll succumb to sleep and escape all your troubles....

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