I sit in my mother’s old rocking chair, the same one she used to rock me in when I was … Continue reading The Reluctant Soldier
She was standing by the road when I saw her last Clutching one hand against her downy breast And waving … Continue reading Metaphorical Rose
Flowers grow above the ground where his ashes lay at peace, to remind us that amidst the thorns, his beauty blossoms like a scarlet memory, Continue reading Happy Father’s Day, Indeed!
Green eyes that once were blue, afraid to look at my face in a mirror when I was a teen. Continue reading Memoir.