my little artist
(not so little anymore)
always new designs


creating Christmas
from the tree to ornaments
all hand-made with love


my little artist
(not so little anymore)
always new designs


creating Christmas
from the tree to ornaments
all hand-made with love


dream school acceptance
in the midst of this nightmare
that’s 2020

what next, i wonder?
how will we survive all this
with all that we face?

the box comes early
before breath has settled us
into this next step

hidden behind mask
is my sixteen-year-old girl
(her pandemic grin)

i hope to win her
with walks, drives, conversations
just like the old days

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

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

these fleeting moments
shared with a stencil of love
between my daughters

working for love
(sometimes it doesn’t pay back)
but we always try





some glow before snow
our weekend wrapped in moments
without argument



possibilities
rest in moments we strive for,
moments we drive for

they are my world
even if they hate me now
(these teen years will pass)
