Grandma! the word wraps me in bubbly warmth – an invasion of limbs impress upon my heart – best mood-altering prescription ever! (Tuesdays I borrow
Tag: Love
First Love
We laid beneath the stars our youth tingling, dared to dream cosmic – Thought I landed in love’s lap, till summer waned and you were
Alone
Soft, the day’s fading light, hushed, the manic pace – my heart’s rhythm lulled beats a nostalgic melody – love’s memories bittersweet. (Tuesdays, I post
Even Ghosts Yearn
Natural light preferable to artificial – not the harsh fullness of noonday sun but softly filtered rays – luxurious, inviting. Love too, should be subdued,
Empty Vessels
We’ll buy a boat, he promised, spend our days adrift on a sea of possibilities. So, she waited, tethered her hopes with ropes of whimsy
Grandmother Vase
Pot-bellied, am I: misshapen by age and gravity – more rot than plump ripe pear – still, a vessel for love – grandmotherly vase.
