I am his mother.
The mother of three others.
The Mother of the World
for better or worse.
.
I can not kiss
the scratched knee.
I cannot make it better
or wish it away. (more…)
Posts Tagged ‘growing up’
Ode to My Son
Posted in Ode to my Son, tagged family, growing up, inspiration, Le Artiste Boots, Life, Mother, poetry, Thoughts on January 12, 2012|
Salute
Posted in -Hibiscus, As I Write, Beautiful Day, Childhood, Daisy, For Andrew, Grains of Sand, Little Boy, Narcissus, Narcissus incomparabilis, Salute, Shadows, The Poet's Narcissus, Victoriae Reginae, Yellow Roses, tagged birth, bright future, Childhood, growing up, inspiration, Little Boy, manhood, music, poetry, Supreme Being on September 21, 2011|
Fulfillment
It is not enough for me
to be a good little girl
doing as I am told
to rebel quietly
reading ‘lust’ in a closet
to suppress awakening
out of fear
to be loving and concerned
to find a private niche
between the needs of others
to die not knowing.
It is not enough
Every day a poem is added. (more…)
Narcissus, Hibiscus and Mandrake 