Poems from PoetryMom
Mother of six... wife of one. Three dogs, three cats, one horse. Living my poems, Writing about my life and family.
Her voice is soft like a songbird's first "good morning",
vibrato's as words pour into her leather bound fortress,
becomes a warrior, a...
Summer mornings I'd watch as he
of wing and tapered tail, royal and rust,
and early morning swoops over field and lawn
dive-bombed my not-...
Ocracoke has secrets. For those who have time, she may unveil herself slowly while her tide plays with the moon and her sun rises with an...
Skipping ahead he avoids cracks
as not to break my mother's back -
head bent low upon his task, his concern dear.
My hand yearns for the...
It's as if I'm looking through a keyhole,
the two of them silhouetted against a future bright.
One looms large, admired, fedora tilted over...