nourishment, love jetting, dribbling. tears rain from my breast onto shower panes, too fat and heavy to fall from my eyes. milk that you will never drink the nurse told me to dry up but how can i stop this is all i have we will never be together again so i may... never... stop spilling ...something. ...
from the kitchen i navigate D stairs to the bathroom, and L more from there to my room once upon a time i was afraid of falling - isn't that every pregnant woman's worst nightmare? but then i became excited so i stopped just counting stairs, i wanted to teach you letters too your 5 year-old brother has already borrowed my copy ...
Tiny Fingers: For Valentine’s Day I’d planned to write a song about hearts and roses, About the love you find just where no ever supposes You’d ever find it—so they don’t bother to look. A song that filled with kisses and warm embraces, And the brilliant smiles that can light the darkest faces— Oh, the poetry would fill a book. But what came to mind is my own three kids, They sure are their mom’s and my greatest gift, ...
[COLOR=SeaGreen][FONT=Courier New] To be able to break all walls, All doors To walk the thorny path and survive It sure is love, you proclaim. To stand still, Unmoved Though the earth below quivers, shaking your feet As if you’re standing on the thinnest ice Waiting to shatter and sink you in This must be love, you declare. To keep on smiling And say Sweet encouraging words and genuine compassion ...
[FONT=Garamond][COLOR=DarkGreen]Ignored, like an unwanted package Left in the corner Busied with their own noisy thought And there I was Confused by my own deafening thoughts Tears showed what happened inside. Ignored, like unused instrument Kept in an old box up in the attic Engaged with their own ambitious dreams And there you were Puzzled by your own pushy dreams Laughter covered what happened inside. ...
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