I have two hands Of my very own Both are strong Able to lift and squeeze And both are weak Too soft to do all That they need. Yet they … Continue reading My Two Hands
Tag: poem
My Mother’s Weeds
When we were children My mother had a garden wild as we Full of bachelor’s buttons heron’s bill, vining twists of morning glory field madder and daisies Sunflowers, snapdragons, poppies, … Continue reading My Mother’s Weeds
White Terrorism
The flames have been fanned, our system of hate is in place, Decades of fears – of the muslim, the immigrant, the refugee’s face, The fear’s locked in, right where … Continue reading White Terrorism
A House Built on Hate
A hate-filled house – Anger dripping from its beams – Is a decrepit house Rotting at the seams. That selfish wrath we spew All the “I haves, mine, and this is only for me” All … Continue reading A House Built on Hate
Broken Things
“We need to fix her!” He exclaimed bemusedly “But I don’t know how She’s so lost. So far beyond reach.” At a loss for words I simply thought Who are … Continue reading Broken Things
A Rainbow’s Song
There are days that seem magical Not because everything was great But because all the simple things Fell right into place And the laughter And the harmony For those silly … Continue reading A Rainbow’s Song
Holding Onto Hope
Oops, I meant to share this with my blog fam a while ago, but here’s something I wrote for Progressive Army a little over a week ago: Holding Onto Hope – The Key … Continue reading Holding Onto Hope
“Just”
Is there any more exhausting word
Than the small
The righteous
Ripe
Word
“Just”?
All you need to do
You
Just
Need
To
Do
More
The words and worlds
In that single word
That say
You
Are not
Doing
Enough
Horrors Pass
My children laughed They played and giggled Took turns Hugged and Kissed each other’s scraped knees And I Held my bated breath Waiting For the first fist to fall The … Continue reading Horrors Pass
Unsought Advice
Exhaustion reigns
For the sleepless mom
The be-everywhere
Be-everyone
Mom
With groceries to buy
Mouths to wipe
Scrapes to kiss
Shoulder-rides to give
Bills to pay
Work to be done
Houses to clean
Dishes to wash
Try to take the load off
The studying spouse
All with smiles
Cracking at the seam
Trying to feed
The bodies and souls
To smile
So those little joyous
Feet
Keep
Their light
pitter patter
Unweighed by all the
“You should just…”
“You need to just..”
“You’re doing it wrong”
“You’re ruining those kids”
That break
The seams
And wear her down
But still
She smiles
For those little beings
With hope that
Someday
Maybe they won’t care
What other people think.
R.R. Wolfgang 