Learning to Overcome the Impossible, a poem

  Mona sat down to help her daughter she held the shoelaces in her hands and guided her daughter “See this loop?” she said she held her daughters fingers and gently traced the shape so she could see and daily, she would do this teaching her daughter skills that would come so easy for many…

Photography: The Many Colors of Beauty (Part #2)

Another post from the gardens sometime ago.  We only had an hour or two to spare, but you know me… I had to take my camera.  I just look through these and am amazed at the beautiful colors on display at the gardens.  I mean, I am awed in the moment, standing there and seeing…

Singing My Mother to Sleep, a poem

  At first, I drove mother to all of her doctor appointments she’d sit in unfamiliar fashion on the passenger side trying to show a supportive smile – even though she was the one who needed encouragement. We’d drive the thirty miles to the local hospital most often in silence, observing the highway listening to…

I Don’t Want to Meddle in Your Affairs, a poem

  I don’t want to meddle in your affairs but I can’t help seeing you there sitting alone near the ocean fighting back tears. I want to ask are you okay, or is there anything you need but I worry my intrusion will only make you feel worse. I know not what troubles your heart…

I Shall Never Breathe the Same, a poem

  My daughter walked to the store the other day everything was routine she kissed my cheek and called out her goodbyes I could hear the slam of the door as she left and the silence that lingered. I went about, doing what mothers do straightening beds, doing dishes, picking up all the messes I…

I Left Myself Behind Once, a poem

  I left myself behind once closed the door and walked away. It was not that I did not love who I wanted to be but I wanted to shave my history from my sides peel back the layers of my skin the witness to all my pain and reemerge just as a butterfly slowly…

Photography: Lost in the Scent of Another Garden (Post #1)

These images were taken a week or so ago when we last visited the gardens.  I was a bit disappointed in the visit, because at one point it was much too bright and then later, the sky darkened and rain threatened.  It was also hot and I was tired 🙂  It was just one of…

Where Hope Sits

  Hope sits in waiting, where spring’s blossoms dare to grow Gentle push of leaf, then petals emerge to greet the sun Hope sits in dew kissed tears on a summer’s morn They slowly slide across the backs of drooping blades of grass Hope sits in sun drenched fields, where bees buzz and stir their…

Daily Post Photography Challenge: The Focus Changes the View

Today, I am going to share a few older images.  To me, I am always interested in focus – mostly trying to capture the tiniest of details in a flower, trying to find the intricate ways they are different from one another.  I have used my camera for photos like these as well as using…

The Bloody Pages of Yesterday’s News, a poem

Senseless gun violence these days, is sadly, nothing new.  I wrote this poem a year ago for one of those sad events, but the words still ring true today.  So sad to see this as the main means for people to show their discontent.     I am tired of us writing our history on…