most don’t write for me
it must be a blue moon day
and i am so blessed
Sweeter than Baked Goods
most don’t write for me
it must be a blue moon day
and i am so blessed
poetry
No Spades Here
cards always unite
no matter the game’s language
laughter translates all
Brunchayuno
where shall we begin?
by building community
wherever we can
On Tiptoes
a scary moment
can instantly change to love
if you choose your words
Cracked
sometimes darkness wins
in the midst of a school day
until we find light
replaceable glass
that shatters understanding
as we question all
Day 24
my son shares his home
with diagonal slices
of sweet plátanos
2020 Vision
road trip, adjusted:
no Canadian journey
([s]miles with our son)
That Would be Us
after everything
he asked if he could stay here
with his new family
Sunday Reflections
the pic of the day:
shattered shards of icy glass
in a parking lot?
a partner ski date
with never-gets-old peak views
and perfect powder?
or my son’s bracelet
two weeks into this new life
we’re building from scratch?
it’s my dilemma:
choosing the best words, pictures
to capture this life
Mi Orgullo
volunteering time
and baking for her sisters
my lovely youngest
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