There is an empty chair
Awaiting your arrival
To sit and talk, drink coffee, laugh
No concept of deprival
There is an empty chair
Awaiting your appointment
To sit and wait, deliberate
Fearing disappointment
There is an empty chair
For me to sit and rest
While wondering just how you are
Resulting from your test
There is an empty chair
Sitting side by side
Hearing the prognosis
The need to run and hide
There is an empty chair
Sitting next to mine
We hug and cry and wonder why
Your health is in decline
There is an empty chair
Just to the left of me
Holding hands we reminisce
Of life's sweet memory
There is an empty chair
Awaiting your return
But you are gone, now an image
Of that I only yearn
NOBEL PEACE PRIZE DAY
NOT TRUMP, BUT CARNEY THEY SAY
TRUMP IS BLOWN AWAY
You find comfort in the darkness left in my wake
As the moonlight soothes your weary soul
Not too much just a gentle touch
A reminder you’re never alone
Something you could never find in me
My touch burning and unforgiving
Always too much
But that softness you always fall to once I’m gone isn’t what you think
It’s not some knight in shining armor
It’s me
A far away version where I can’t cause you harm
When my love won’t be too much
So you can sing your heart to me under a false name
And scream your curses at me by day
But I will be there to hold you under my sisters name
She notes how the days
have grown shorter.
A cacophony of grackles
near a cornfield fills the air.
A farmer across the road
walks along his field
checking his corn before harvest.
Leaves rustling
in the wind sing.
The construction crew
has passed her driveway.
She asks the flagger to
help her daughter across.
The school bus arrives
late afternoon. Lights flash
She rushes onto the porch
and hugs her daughter
who wears a backpack.
The mother notices
the sky is gold
as she looks out the window
and cooks supper on the stove.
Her daughter sits in a chair
hands folded on her lap.
So good to see her daughter
she thinks after letting go
in the morning and waiting
for a late afternoon embrace.
The missing letters are feared lost better calls shrieked into the mossy night where hovering the moon delights, in wolfish cries and another bursts the devil called and answered Ms. Hearst so while the nighttime day's mirror... cries are heard! They said that amber was a rock no more, for if serendipitously defined then hulking over the river is the divestment of the vines, but modern day America hasn't won the currency war, the Euro has it's place ensured, and though we wile through rows of corn our hearts aflutter as others mourn, be crisp beneath that blotted out apple tree, the asylum loves apple juice for free.
I love music
With a rapping beat
That boom, boom, booms
You right on your feet
...but Mama don't like
I love tuna
Really, fish of any kind
It hits the hollow part
That makes life divine
...but Mama don't like
I love movies
With a message of hope
Cussing is warranted
If it provides a hangman's rope
...but Mama don't like
Mama likes westerns
Where violence creates a world
Old time values
No justice for girls
...I don't like that
Mama likes patterns
That build sturdy gates
Change is scary
For those who can't relate
...I don't like that
Mama likes pleasure
That is permitted by "god"
She won't even look
At other paths to trod
...I don't like that
I love Mama...but Mama don't like me
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-02-2026
As a child,
Like a grown up, you would put on my make-up,
In my heels you'd stumble trying to stand up.
As a child,
Knowingly, you played at 'mothers' with your friends
Each one using grown up language in pretends.
As a child,
Many times you would not do as you were told,
Capricious, stubborn as any eight-year-old.
As a child,
Already knowing that you wanted to be
A loving mother, exactly, just like me.
As a child,
Peas in a pod, we went through it together
Daintily dancing through all kinds of weather.
Time has passed, and even though you're grown up now
Admit, you can't hide sometimes stumbling somehow
like a child.
We
Spin the stories
Which connect
Appearances
Hiding
Or not hiding
Never thought of pleasing nobody before
Until I saw your eyes asking for more
I knew your love was unconditional
And yet the thought of deceiving you was making me do the unpredictable
Can't you see that my hair, my dress, and my manners scream you all over?
Can't acknowledge my feelings that are suppressed and have a cover?
Maybe if I smile like you you'll notice
Maybe when my skin molds into you you'll focus
But until then I'll wait for your approval
And imprison my being into a glass oval
"It's in your fibers"
My LOVE had to throw me
Into the fire to burn it out
I had my suspicions
But now that I see
Clearly...force
Force has nothing
No part of giving and
Receiving the fruit
The act of patience
Waiting with desire
Building...fire
A secret hidden deep
So deep it split the mind
Other children to care for
But this one, not this one
She makes me a whore
Away...oxygen
Sent with a pure heart
To heal and bind up
The broken heart and mind
Yet FORCE held up a hand
Pushing back all attempts
To KNOW...LOVE
Aborted from the womb
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-10-2026
Flowers to tea
Just my mama and me
Spending the day together
Making wonderful memories.
The glow from the lamps
Cast shadows on the wall
As evening creeps in
And the moon rises tall.
Little hands learning
Under mama's watchful eye
With Patience and understanding
She gives a proud sigh.
Oh little one
You have so much to learn
But mama's here beside you
With every step and every turn.
(Written for an animation reel)
Since I have no children, I chose to write about the quintessential parental love that I was blessed to receive.
I still see you in the soft corners of my childhood~
your morning humming drifting like a small sunrise,
your hands smoothing the edges of every trembling day,
your presence stitching calm into the rooms we lived in.
The stories you carried shaped the woman I became;
I still see you in the soft corners of my childhood~
your laughter warming the walls like a familiar lantern,
your footsteps teaching me how to walk toward hope.
Time folds softly now, but your tenderness remains;
your wisdom rises like gentle grace when the world grows loud.
I still see you in the soft corners of my childhood~
a quiet compass guiding me back to who I am.
I cherish you still with every grateful breath,
your parental love a quiet light that lingers after loss,
your grace echoing through the rooms of memory
I still see you in the soft corners of my childhood~
I see your struggle
The dark nights
The voices that haunt you
The scars you bare
I want to be enough
To stop the pain
To keep you safe
To save you from you
I wish i was enough
To take the pain
To promise you a future
To see you find happiness
I love you so much my dear girl...
...just wish it was enough to end the mental pain.
Maybe someday I’ll be a super hero, maybe a drop of rain, but for now I am me and I can’t complain, I have to dig deeper, try harder be the best I can be, give with all my heart and love selflessly, for people are not perfect especially me…. Maybe someday I’ll be a super hero….
a mother births,
but she is a mother long before the labor
a promise to care for,
to love and to hold,
for better or for worse.
a mother protects.
a mother heals.
built-in powers granted by the gods.
a mother is a promise,
signed, sealed, and forged at conception.
The haunting question is..
how do you betray the one you love?
whom you wombed,
you promised to be here
yet I am motherless,
without love or comfort.
you promised me life,
yet granted me every way to die.
you promised me warmth,
but gave me a heart so cold.
our tie is astray,
our souls linked, yet welded with ice.
how I long for the promise you kept.
how I long to be your little girl again.
promise makers are forgivers too.
I will keep my vow to honor you.
I will forgive your deranged words,
only if you can uphold your bargain:
to be my giver.
to be my mother.
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