Family

Making of a Nature Steward
It was late summer— dry winds blowing. Chaparral shrubs caught fire, flames billowing, smoke filling the valley, the sky turning perilous.
By Seema Patel36 minutes ago in Poets
Getting Warm
welcome The World Warmth To Feelings welcome the world's warmth to feelings Toasty fire on the wood stove with a loved one welcome the world's warmth to feelings Electric or super warm blanket with hot chocolate welcome the world's warmth to feelings Laying in a warm bed watching favorite movie welcome the world's warmth to feelings sweet talk or loving conversation definitely warm the soul welcome the world's warmth to feelings Nothing like a hot shower relax muscles and warms you up welcome the world's warmth to feelings Some soup or chili is the ticket welcome the world's warmth to feelings If you have to be outside layer it up Getting warm is the feeling of worlds gift and feeling the love from others By: Kelly Vedder
By Kelly Vedderabout an hour ago in Poets
Sunday Morning
kept like a snow globe safe and warm as the snow falls under grandma’s quilt
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout an hour ago in Poets
As American as Apple Pie
Warm apple pie soothes as we embrace below sheets sharing gooey spoon
By A. S. Lawrenceabout an hour ago in Poets
Wintertime
Wintertime is fun, family time in the cold light — Christmas is winter.
By Dagmar Goeschickabout 4 hours ago in Poets
The Family’s Oil Lamp
On old winter nights The antique oil lamp brightened My dad’s guitar strings
By Jolyneabout 5 hours ago in Poets
To the mothers who choose themselves
Just for tonight, close your eyes. The battle is over, and though you lie here cold and bleeding, your pulse hums beneath the heartache,
By Eden Rowabout 8 hours ago in Poets
Warmth
twirling white snowfall my daughter's frosted laughter her arms squeeze me tight
By Alison McBainabout 12 hours ago in Poets
Many People Keep Asking The Same Questions: Who Are You??
I've started to understand this whole thing in life! I can't fight it alone, and certainly counselling sessions cannot help.
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"about 14 hours ago in Poets
Scrampled Eggs
Children have open hearts, pouring out onto the carpet, onto the street signs telling them to stop, all over the sensibilities of mom and dad blurring out the boundaries of their love
By flutterfryyyabout 14 hours ago in Poets
Bad Luck Was Learned Early
Bad Luck Was Learned Early Did your mother tell you about luck, how it waits in ordinary corners, hiding in tables and doorways,
By Marie381Uk about 19 hours ago in Poets
What the Light Took
I was intact before you. *** Not whole. Just unbroken. *** The dark knew me. It kept its distance. *** Then you arrived
By Aarsh Malikabout 21 hours ago in Poets