Every three months or so, I’ll climb up the creak of our folding attic ladderto find another empty bin.
Inspired by Aaska Ejaz’s one liner prompt: Demands
Poem for an unknown boy
Found in the blue unknowntwenty year old lost boycharming his waythrough the world…
Little boyYou need not fearIf no one’s thereKnowI’ll be there for you,To hold your trembling hand,With you.
Years ago, I was a new young mother of a beautiful son. Unexperienced perhaps, but aren’t all new mothers…
