Beauty Parents Poems

THE FORGOTTEN PEOPLE

WHEN I WAS GROWING UP IT WAS AN HONOUR TO SPEND TIME WITH MY GRANDPARNETS, TO LISTEN TO THE MANY STORIES THAT THEY...

Read More

How fortunate do I feel,
when I think of my mother, deriving
my name from the classic story
by Kalidasa, the greatest Bard in Sanskrit -
The story about...

Read More

She was turning sixteen at the stroke of midnight,
Unbeknown to family her unfortunate blight,
Was about to become work in progress,
No need to ask permission or...

Read More

It was at this point 11 o'clock 
At night. Damian Left Molly and 
Checked on the seven. Everybody 
Was fine. He returned to 
Business. Molly...

Read More

Welcome to my barber shop,
Owned by the late Puddin' Pop.
That's my dad's picture in the frame:
Let me tell you how he earned his nickname.
Back in...

Read More

My Momma
-,••,•••-,•  •• ••, ••, ••-
Shii Ma, shii carbon copy, shii xerox copy
Shii spoon, choii bii style Niiguna Begay It's for me to know...

Read More

a childlike beauty
popcorn stuck to his cheek
                  ...

Read More

As a child, I stared at her
She was my world
And she was beautiful
Inside and out
She smiled like the stars
Shimmering and sparkling
Radiating kindness
Her spirit was like...

Read More

She was born and cried for her daddy
I was there to hold her in my arms
She gurgled, with a slight giggle
My heart dropped right then
At...

Read More

ZEN - "To raise an expressive, creative child - A child easily in touch with who they truly are/ or sometimes, circle of togetherness" ......

Read More

Parenthood

Physical attraction leading to a one night stand
After not using protection missing that first period
Raging that he lied and told you he couldn’t have kids
Engaging...

Read More

We pranced by the river 
As the wind swayed my antlers 
I captured with my eyes, a picture 
As my fawn jumped up and up...

Read More

"melliflous birds are still cooing in the forest of my amber dreams " (by poet)



a gift from my father - on the first day of...

Read More

I think of parenting as an art…parents are artists without constraints…whose children are blank canvases on which to apply their paint.

We remember how we also...

Read More

We watched, so close, our daughter grow, 
to see what she might see,
beauty bursting all around 
wherever she may be.
We watched her see a rainbow...

Read More