You may be feeling very small and insignificant right now, powerless even
You matter and you have a voice
Don’t give up hope
Don’t give up
Don’t give up
Don’t give up…
Tiny golden jewels
Sparkle in cold winter light
Wild beach rose
Your time to blossom will come
Spring thaw around the corner
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #218: Tiny
A point of light
For a dark night and rough seas
No longer shines
We should all strive to be more Charlie. He was a true force of nature. RIP my friend.
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #215: Point
The enigma of time
A blur of senses
And memories
Each delicate detail
Lost in the distance
Of another birthday
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and aWord Challenge #211: Blur
Waiting for high tide
To free me from a stranding
Wheelhouse of fortune
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #210: Wheelhouse
There once was a duck named L’Orange
Who was particularly fond of borage
A trap we did lay
Now his name is Pâté
And we raise a glass in homage
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #209: Orange
Little turquoise boat
Waiting for spring departure
Dreaming of the Depths
In response time Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #206: Depth, #207: Waiting and #208: Departures
Wherein
cracks reveal
spectacular beauty
of ordinary
life
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #205: Cracks
Colorful leaves play
Chase in dappled fading light
Autumn swirling in
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #203: Play
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.
