We were supposed to be two sisters; Equal, supportive, two daughters of one mother and father. We became strangers on our weary feet - blisters.
By Moon Desert4 months ago in Poets
Oil lamp flickering with its welcome heat, Shadows safely banished by amber light. Hammer treacle toffee, tempting to eat,
By Alan J. Edmonds4 months ago in Poets
The Child Who Waited I kept waiting anyway. I waited by doors, by windows, by phones that didn’t ring. I waited for apologies
By Jane4 months ago in Poets
The Child Inside Me Even now, I hear the small girl inside me, the one who once opened her hands to him without hesitation.
He said he wanted to try. I believed him. I opened my hands again, my heart like an unlocked door, letting him walk back in.
A Father, Not a Dad He remains a father. Always a father. But never a dad. A man with my blood in him, but not my life,
To the Father I Never Had You were always a father, never a dad. A title without tenderness, a presence without presence.
Death is just a bit too much, isn't it? — Cliché? Overstated? Not the point, is it? — Death weighs heavy on my mind today
By Paul Stewart4 months ago in Poets
Mother Moon, on this, this Samhain night, bless we your acolytes with fortunes great, as we commune beneath your gentle light
By Lizzy Rose4 months ago in Poets
I would rather carry the name of “Mother” than chase the name of “friend,” For friendships come and friendships go, but my children last till the end.
By Atiqbuddy4 months ago in Poets
Life, though! Everything appears to be a chaos. Throughout her daily life. She's feeling very lonely. Within the thunderstorm of poverty.
By Gloria Penelope4 months ago in Poets
So darkness can't extinguish light but light can extinguish dark in the beginning there was darkness and He spoke light into being.
By Colleen Walters4 months ago in Poets
