I had an addiction to being loved. Romance was to me like eating honey. The sweet pleasure of someone's kisses Was more important than their money. Then with a swagger I'd never seen, You blew into my life during a lull. I had no clue my life would unravel, And I never took the time... Continue Reading →
A cup I offer, Filled with love and compassion. Sip deeply, my friends. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #322: cup and sip.
Caroline awoke with her beagle, Bailey, licking her face. "Stop, Bailey," she said. "Mama trying to sleep!" But, Bailey wouldn't cease from his attempts to wake her. Dogs are sentient animals, capable of perceiving things. Because Bailey sensed that something was wrong with this woman he adored, he determined to wake her, so she could... Continue Reading →
In the beginning, they are ecstatic to see each other. Both are hunters looking for true love.. Time apart nearly drives them crazy. "When will I see you again?," becomes a constant question. In the middle, fantabulous love doesn't have to remain so intense, silences become lovely! Talking and sharing heartfelt dreams and wishes, Yet,... Continue Reading →
My crew. Written for Fandango's Dog Days of August Challenge of "your best job ever." I was told when I was age 16 that I would never have children of my own, the result of surgery needed after being hit by a boyfriend and landing and bouncing off the hood of a car. So, I... Continue Reading →
Two of my nine great-grandchildren! They keep me entertained! My one-year-old great-grandson, Ace, is trying to show his three-year-old cousin, Knola, his joy in meeting her, by attempting to hug her. But, we can see from her posture that Knola is not interested, as she moves away from him. Ace is persistent, though, and Knola... Continue Reading →
Our passion appeared asleep, but I knew that we could awaken it. We are near enough to touch, but have become too distant to embrace. We had big dreams for our marraige, but spent little time fulfilling them. My hope in us is strong, but your despair saps some of my conviction. Yet, this morning... Continue Reading →
My youngest great-grandchild and me. I hope the Dream will become real in her lifetime. On the 57th anniversary of Dr. Martin Luther King's "I Have a Dream" speech, the headlines are filled with news of protests against racial injustice and fears for our black sons and daughters. I had so hoped that with the... Continue Reading →
Marti was 15 years old and where she shouldn't have been, trying to run away from the expectations of being the youngest child of a pastor. She didn't know how to express her frustrations at being compared to her older sisters and brothers. She rebelled by hanging out with people whose dangerous and criminal behavior... Continue Reading →
Just a few seconds of one person's arms around another can change a life. I know, because I grew up in a home where hugs were not given. As a child I longed for the hugs that I saw other children receive from their parents. There were times when I wanted to run to someone... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 