waiting for my food
i am the queen of this chair
so leave me alone
Black Cat Magic
poetry
Mom to Teen
i can’t win with her
(this pandemic doesn’t help)
so here we are. trapped.
So Pretty
LL Bean flannel
(New England is in my blood)
and will keep us warm
A Gift from 2020
a personal gift
from her aunt, for Sweet Sixteen
ripped open, stolen
how dark can it get?
two Honduran hurricanes,
pandemic, no school?
and now birthday gifts
being stolen from our porch
while we sit like sheep?
Heartstrings
yes, he can smile
with a photographer’s touch
the magic comes out
Pink Limbs
sometimes the sunrise
is the best part of the day
(before darkness falls)
Opposing Views
lovely innocence
found in the curious eyes
of a young child
now masked by sorrow
even with her birthday gift
her eyes say it all
Sweet Sixteen in a Bittersweet Year
the day starts with tests
to secure her friends’ safety
in this COVID year
negative is good
whoever thought it’d be good
to be negative?
and so, she smiles
and we blow up the balloons
(losing one to wind)
and the four friends come
and she’s happy for just a day
of this lonely life
At the Right Moment
darkness surrounds us
but a few words can bring light
where it’s hard to find
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