because you asked and you know I deliver– a limerick for you, my dear friend, whose open-armed acceptance of me as your third wheel is heart-warmingly beautiful. You, who serve as a shining example that love and devotion are tangible, actual– your love for your wife palpable, exuding from you in purples and blues. …
It’s your birthday today a day to celebrate your open-hearted kindness, tumbling laughter and giving smile. I remember the day I first understood the madness of motherhood– knew the intensity of frustration and loss of control. And the day it hit me– like a thousand waves crashing against the shore– the immensity of …
i can’t write tonight my head is heavy, nodding my body says: SLEEP.
if i could capture my moments with you in words– they would sing and sigh and breathe as no words have ever dared. if i could call upon all songbirds to lift their voices in harmony and encapsulate the elation and joy flying through my heart, i would. if i could wrap my …
my heart hurts sometimes acknowledging growth is not without discomfort
i cannot compete with a ghost her hold upon your heart– gut wrenchingly precise. keeping you folded– a neatly stacked pile of protection, save those tiny glimpses of trust. Nor can i measure against a sweet babe, her newness and discovery perfectly prescribed for your carefully crafted vision of lonely. My arms cannot extend past …
the edges of myself 