I wrote this when I was a young mom, shortly after my first baby was born and I was overwhelmed by the love I had (and still have) for her.
Watching her sleep, so helpless and small
The greatest gift from God
The most beautiful miracle of all
Tiny and wonderful, full of love to give
She smiles in her sleep, having angel dreams
I reach down and touch her cheek
Stroking her soft pink skin
Looking into sparkling, wide eyes,
Laughing over a tiny upturned nose,
She has brought joy and love to an empty life.
I like to make poetry using email subject lines. Here’s a few:
so I don’t forget
I got a bad feeling
part of the reason
sounds like something you would do
lucky in love
Give me a break
Something to consider
Another one bites the dust
One more time!
NOW EVERYONE SAY IT WITH ME
not a virus, it’s a hoax
i am the walrus
Lunch and Learn Next Week!
It’s Flannery O’Connor’s Birthday.
Can you believe?
This could have been us
pay day part two
To prove we really did this…
These poems originally published in 2003.
A house is merely a building, a structure,
made of wood, and glass
stone, and plaster.
It gives shelter from the cold, safety from harm,
a place to rest your head.
Now fill it.
Fill it with love, and warmth
and welcoming arms.
Fill it with joy and laughter
tears and sadness.
Fill it with happiness, and grief.
Life. And death.
Now it is transformed.
It is no longer simply walls and windows and doors.
No longer only shelter, or safety.
Filled with these things it becomes
something inviting, and comforting;
Filled with love, filled with family,
the house becomes