(Inspired by Ann Taylor, 1782) She held me close with loving grace, Fed me gently, kissed my face. When rest was near, and dreams were sweet— It was my mother, calm and complete.
By The Learning Ledger9 months ago in Poets
He built shelves that never held books, fixed hinges that creaked but never opened. His hands— calloused, steady, never reached for mine.
By Rahul Sanaodwala9 months ago in Poets
"Golden Threads" Not forged in fire, nor sealed in stone, However, quietly, a seed was planted In silence maintained and shared laughter,
By Lajuk anjum9 months ago in Poets
I opened the door I hadn’t touched in years, its hinges sighed like old bones in winter. The air was thick with dust and stories
Remembering backyard adventures As kids laughing on the lawn Sailing through the years together Until every moments dead and gone
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden9 months ago in Poets
You are a beautiful soul, full of innocence and compassion. You look for the good in everyone, and you provide comfort to your fellow residents there.
By Colleen Walters9 months ago in Poets
I love you, I love you In every page of life In your smile, in your tears In the tangle of your braided hair. I search for you for no reason,
By Sajib Mridha9 months ago in Poets
The clock in the hallway stopped ticking at dawn— 4:47 a.m., the same minute your breath faded into the folds of morning light.
They sit in a shoebox beneath my bed— creased, stained with coffee, some corners curled like they were too tired to hold their shape.
The swing still creaks like it remembers. Back and forth— a rhythm that mocks the ticking clock we no longer keep on the wall inside.
Little Orphan Daisy They called her Daisy but no one said it gently She waited by doors that didn’t open She asked the sky
By Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
I have learned that gentleness in parenting isn’t just softness but a reverence for the rhythm between the comfort of the trail
By Lolly Vieira9 months ago in Poets
