What Crosses My Mind

  • The Dawning

    Now we wait for that’s all that happens anticipating she’s readying herself we are excited it is the dawning, a child in our midst, about to take early breaths, those first moments, that miracle, the birth of a child. Think about the beauty, a precious gift, cannot imagine a more definitive reality of what is…

  • Mother

    A heartbeat. A cradled affection, a sense of worry is unconditional, she will always remember that one time.   Oh while the years pass, many judgments, a currency of opportunity, an aesthetic realization that depends upon her eyes, she will always remember that one time.   We willingly recall, the time she managed our innocence…

  • She Is Our Mother

    I remember once when I was a child I skinned my left knee and mom called it mild. There was a moment there when I wondered when life was lucky when then I wandered. I could run through fences, bouncing off walls by night’s end her love would fix my pratfalls. I remember with every…