If you ask 10 different people what love feels like, you'll get 10 very different answers. For most it's a complicated mix of many things that some would say, are undefinable. Many even, in their frustration at not being able to explain say, "I don't know, but you'll know it when you see it" or … Continue reading Love…
Inner child
When I look at pictures of myself as a little girl, it's hard to believe the stories that my Mom tells me about me. In pictures I look like a little picua, always ready to strike a pose for the camera. In my Mom's stories I was una nena timida who broke into tears … Continue reading Inner child
Haiku-ing
Thoughts lying dormant in a mind never resting fade into darkness Love in the distance pureness touches the bare soul mirage of two hearts Words left unspoken speaking volumes imagined to the fearful mind Music releases hips sway in rhythm freedom in motion
Just that…
Like me, my nephew has been writing since he was very young. It's been a while since I've had the opportunity to read his work, but today I found this beautiful piece. Enjoy... Just that... Walking in the rain, I'm soaked, but not in complaint... I guess I'm looking for something great in my … Continue reading Just that…
Through Fences
I sit on the outside of your white picket fence watching you go about your life so normal in its appearance the husband the kids the having it all and I feel a slight pang of envy and wonder about my own picket fence would I survive within it would I be satisfied with the mundaness the … Continue reading Through Fences
My morning coffee
I'm taking my morning walk as my coffee awaits with its now familiar flavor and ability to open my eyes to what the day will bring and the wind blows adding to the chill in the air causing the yellowing leaves to fall in my path as a reminder that the season is changing and … Continue reading My morning coffee
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