As a child I often dreamed about what it would be like to have a large immediate family, with lots of aunts…
It took so long for you to feel this strong
Wednesday’s Prompt: Cocooned in loving energy
Are you a control monster?
We stop living when we stop feeling.
A poem of opening to love
I shroud in thick wool,even as I yearnto be shorn
A Haiku
I await his return, stillFrom a lifetime where neither of us livedTo a moment of make-believe.
Bent we are,
Somewhere in the zenith of the mountain,I lost myself in the mist of snow…
An easy smileAn unpretentious mannerThis is you.Can it be me?