Family

Happy Birthday
"ZZZZzzzz... Wakey... Time check... Ten minutes past midnight! Yay! It's time to wake up! Just another day? One day more.
By Anna 2 years ago in Poets
911, What is the Emergency?
911, what is the emergency? Just wanted to see how your day went, And to say, Good Morning, So, what's up, home skillet?,
By Tambourine Man2 years ago in Poets
Stepfather
And you didn't mind breaking the little boy's heart casting all your fears on him denying still your part = even though he's grown now
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Poets
Envy or Blessings in April
From a long time ago. My sister has lead the life I was supposed to live. I am incredibly proud. I hate that it couldn’t be me.
By C.M. Vazquez2 years ago in Poets
Mother/Grandmother's
My grandmas were the sweetest they could be. Loving, caring the neatest house to be. Told me many stories, and made me laugh too.
By Cathy Deslippe2 years ago in Poets
A Sip of Amour. Content Warning.
A sip of amour Transcended amidst the virtues of love that are deemed true, I pondered over the predefined chaos that the amorous birds of prey hid under its sinew
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Dawdling is TCB
Today I was busy and distracted by all of that "busy-ness." I had groceries to buy after the ice had melted and I could finally drive in it. I was focused and had a mission. The cold January air reminded me that I wanted to be home again where it was warm and there would be, well... less people. (I am an introvert.) The problem was that my oldest son was with me. The problem was that he is a dawdler. And he always stops to talk to all those people. (He is an extrovert.)
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Poets
The joys and struggles of being a parent
Always on duty, never truly off the clock. Babies are cute, but require so much work. Crying, cuddles, and carrying them constantly.
By Austin Blessing-Nelson (Blessing)2 years ago in Poets
Take me Back
Take me back Way on back To my childhood When life was really good When life was pure When it was funny to be immature
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Reclamation
"Apple, apple, fallen in the water," begins the song we learn in the camerata choir. We are all girls, desperate to distinguish ourselves in notes,
By Catherine Dorian2 years ago in Poets
Meow
My best friend the cat, I named him Meow, A soul friend, With a lot of energy, He comes to say Have A Good Day, Morning? And keeps me company,
By Tambourine Man2 years ago in Poets
How God & I
"Out of the south comes the storm, And out of the north the cold. From the breath of God ice is made, And the expanse of the waters is frozen."
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Poets