One year in, a pandemic poem To hear me read the poem, click here. February 2020, when we look back now, it almost seems funny, A whole year has passed in the blink of an eye, (read: agonizing slog; a lifetime’s gone by). As we licked envelopes for our Valentines, freely, our hopes were still bright, our nerves still so steely. 2020 was ...
Tonight, I held you and sang softly in your ear, "...you're mine so sweetly"
My two little gems shrouded in light; their own glow. You are my sunshines.
For him, at bedtime. Eyes close in my arms; Remembering your blue hat. Always my boy, babe. For her, at wake up. Before the sun rose you tiptoed into my arms; Hearts beating in sync.
So long had life together been that once the snow began to fall, it seemed unending; that, lest the flakes should make her eyelids wince, I'd shield them with my hand, and they, pretending not to believe that cherishing of eyes, would beat against my palm like butterflies. Joseph Brodsky It is the first snowfall of the season. All around me, online and ...
Do you remember how I wrote about how my son sometimes acts like a wild animal? Well, for every one of those posts, there are bedtimes like these, sweet nuzzles into my chest, swelling pride at watching him say a new word or master a new trick or try a new food... Shel Silverstein But, seriously, kid. Yesterday ...
The house is silent; Waiting to hear morning noise from one of my kids.
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