Cater, Good Woman; keep your pantry full – there are mouths to feed, and whims to answer, smile on. Smile on, Good Woman, feed the
Category: Family
Worst Betrayal
Gentlest morning, and I touch this quiet smile, lightly, trust joy, us… Sister shares a sad word, where he enjoyed her honour over me –
Adult Child
So my luck – father’s favourite child, me, no boy for him… he drinks – thousand morning scold – knows I respect, make peace and,
A 60’s Childhood
Formative years were more destruct than construct; contradictions riddled the foundation of our familial structure: one man tyrannized five females while in the news, women
Parenting Adolescents
Daughters ride emotional escalators – while sons prefer a higher ground – more attic than sound, motivations vague Parents observe, bite tongues wish they had
Crusader’s Return
This exile – self-imposed, I confess – wears thin with age. Too many winters braving the cold – heart’s frozen rebellion against Father’s tireless raving,
