Seeds of love scattered Blown by winds of emotion Clouds of teargas
All we have Is a few short minutes To be sons and daughters Fathers and mothers Friends and lovers There is no color No race No nation Only humanity Let us help each other To live our best lives In peace and compassion
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #235: Rant!
We are living in a time When personal choices Can impact so many others As a matter of life or death, Disparity never so clear Selfishness disguised as freedom, Choosing economy over humanity Is the real tragedy Because if we let go of man made doctrines, Reject the fear of scarcity And instead embrace abundance, If we focus on taking care of one another Everything will be all right
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #229: Choices
A uniting force
Keeping mewlings safe and sound Neighborhood mothers
While I was lucky to have been raised by an incredible mother, I was also privileged to have grown up in a neighborhood of warrior mothers. I had a sense of a sound safety net. That I would never go hungry. My skinned knee would be immediately doused in Bactine in front of whichever house I crashed my bike. A snow day meant making the rounds of homes for hot chocolate in between hours of sledding or skating. Some mother was always looking out for me -or relaying inappropriate behavior if warranted. Born during the depression, that generation of mothers had a rough childhood so they made sure we didn’t. Almost all the warrior mothers of my childhood are gone now as that generation fades into fond memories.
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge: Mothers.
You and I always seemed to be
On the opposite sides of a bridge
Neither able to cross without it swinging wildly
Tension thick as humid gulf air
Impatience and disappointment our love language
You and I alike in so many ways
So sensitive we each tried to bite first
Both with a stubborn shell of protection
Curiosity for life’s most enigmatic questions our common ground
With expectations released, forgiveness our final passage
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #197: Fathers
He sat there frozen
A painful reminder
Of days gone by
Was allowed to read
And relax, and dream
A time before the ban
That constant reminder
Of the punishment
For being caught reading
Was to be turned to stone
In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #128: Frozen and the Weekly Photo Challenge: Out of This World
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