What’s her name? Simple question from mother to son – recognizing the love-lifted joy of his countenance. I cannot tell, said he, you’ll ask too
Category: Family
Family Portrait
Did you know that life would come to this? Flattened memories pressed between wax, the essence of our efforts forgotten, the dreams, so carefully construed,
Role Models
When Scarsdale failed, she resorted to corsets, and girdles – trussed up like a teabag – sucked in her bits, hair a touch too red,
The Last Train (Sonnet)
We wait at the station, Mother and I, one final stop for her – painless she prays; I linger at bedside – prolonged goodbye –
January’s Frost
As Mother counts her last days, and I open my heart to forgiveness, a daughter calls, reaming me out for wrong-doings – January is not
Money
Daddy yelled and Mommy cried and new dresses appeared. A pattern my young heart vowed to break. Chose a man, reticent in nature, pursued a
