Family
The Kneeling Siren (Grandmother's Statue)
Ruddy, she speaks as loudly as a wild china rose but proudly carries herself like a genteel marigold hanging onto happiness as life’s chain letters unfold While blushing her cheeks pink, she said that's how the story goes: Pick a title, write your chapters, everybody knows Our days are either short or long or lonely as we grow old Pick your leaves, pack your thorns, because cut flowers will mold - If you don’t change the murky water, the fungi's kingdom grows She teaches from the sea now, her lessons yet to be learned from her statued perch, when the sun rises from the Earth Hybrid, she kneels on her hands, and I know she is afraid I wrap my arms around her, even when I feel her burn I shine her faded finish when I borne and bear our worth giving rise to the golden lotus as we sit side-by-side and pray.
By Tracy Kreuzburg 9 months ago in Poets
DON'T FORGET ABOUT MINE
This is for you! Ty, just the two of us drifting off into the sunset! In the symphony of random connections, I found the most important person in my life through a fleeting Facebook conversation. We'd barely exchanged words when they mentioned Starbucks, and I, half-joking, replied, "Don't forget about mine." What was meant as casual banter became an unexpected invitation when they took me up on that offer. A single lighthearted comment about coffee—something I almost didn't type—became the bridge to the relationship that would redefine everything. We've been together ever since, all because of a throwaway line that somehow became the first chapter of our story. For that, I am truly grateful to you.
By Jasper Blackwood9 months ago in Poets
