A MOTHER’S HEART

A rose blooms for every soul born the mother’s heart is a garden expanding with each seed sown. Her heart is never divided into smaller portions, until it becomes crumbs doled out to begging mouths. Love is multiplied and her heart is given whole to each fruit of her womb. Daily Post: Baby Dverse Poets’

MOMENTS (for WPC: DETAILS)

To My Sons If I could sear in my memory every second of your life I would. Then I will be able to tell you every little detail that will make you smile in their remembrance – how you cried the first time you beheld a world outside the womb the day your coos turned

LOST (for Poetry Jam)

There was a father he loved his children he worked day and night to make their future certain They needed to have wealth so he believed that they would not suffer the poverty of his own childhood. His children asked for toys and treats “there’s no money,” he always complained, “for rainy days, they have

MOTHER’S KISS

He runs to me crying over a bump on his head or a scrape on his knee asking for my kiss- balm for all his pains. If only the magic lasts. ~~~~~ dVerse Poets’ Pub’s challenge is to write a tweet of a poem, essentially a 140 character or less stanza.  For more, please visit

MOTHERS

Visions play before my eyes like a movie hale and brimstone of the mother kind a hurting child, crying alone wanting food, and shelter, the comforts of home a sick little one, without a mother’s care or one flattened by a bullet coming from nowhere I did not ask, but their terror is mine in

FALLING ASLEEP

His dimpled hands held my hands as he fell asleep his droopy eyes fixed upon mine rooting me where I stood servant to his  dreams enthralled an angel in my arms his little chest  rising and falling in a rhythm under my touch and he smiled a half asleep smile of contentment and love my