you couldn’t steal this:
ancient homes, history learned,
survivors by cliff
or these sweet faces
of my three girls, unafraid
to face your world
no, you can’t take that;
my identity’s in words
found here. not with you.
motherhood
Day Twenty-Eight, Road Trip 2016
waffles fuel our view
to ride into the sunset
finding our way home
Day Twenty-Seven, Road Trip 2016
road trip starts to end
with wide open river views,
bridges to cross them
Kentucky burns bright
holds together rebel groups
and holds our heart tight
Day Twenty-Six, Road Trip 2016
Kentucky wins me
with giant bookstores; ice cream;
and sweet niece faces
each night a red sun
to lull us to country sleep
on our road trip dream
Day Twenty-Five, Road Trip 2016
cousin love beats all:
it spans a small continent
and breaks the divide
Day Twenty-Three, Road Trip 2016
three-storied row homes,
a riverfront fountain park,
DC’s a winner
Day Twenty-Two, Road Trip 2016
our cycle closes
with a capital bike ride
and a pointed view
with paths everywhere
this city has won my heart
even in the heat
where honor presides
through a symmetrical stroll
of fallen soldiers
DC mixes all:
museums, monuments, paths
marking past; future.
we find ourselves here
remembering our lost dreams
in these reflections
Day Twenty-One, Road Trip 2016
a cultural mix
in language, architecture
(our country’s center)
library of all
holds too many gems to count
a sight for sore eyes
best of both worlds:
fusbol, patatas bravas
right here in DC
best of all worlds:
my family together, here,
discovering this.
Day Eighteen, Road Trip 2016
his hometown forest
waits for us with him in it:
the perfect campsite
Day Seventeen, Road Trip 2016
finally the bikes
double trouble, burning sun
made for a slow ride
but cousin time rocks
framed by wispy sand dune sky
and genuine grins
crawfish, anyone?
one last island shell cracking
to salt our way home
and we saw gators!
controlled, farmed, easy to feed
better there than here
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