This child limping
Long for Jesus’s power
To heal with a touch
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A Father’s Day Haiku
A joyous privilege
To watch these children grow up
Perhaps be helpful
Fatherhood is an amazing privilege. Watching, not just my son, but all these kids around him, grow into these interesting and amazing young men and women fills me with pride and wonder.
Fathers, Daughters, and Snapshots of Beauty
A friend and daughter
The gentle kiss upon her head
Witnessing sweetness
Dreadful thoughts from a young mind
“My dad is dying”
My son’s friend was telling me
“I don’t want to go”
“Not there when I needed him”
Dreadful thoughts for a young mind
Exploring Sandra Bacchi’s “Watermelons Are Not Strawberries”
Sandra Bacchi, a Pittsburgh based photographer and cinematographer I discovered via Edge of Humanity Magazine. Her current project, “Watermelons Are Not Strawberries” stuns me with its beauty.
‘Watermelons Are Not Strawberries’ is a work-in-progress, as I continually seek to better understand myself and increase my awareness of how I react to challenges related to my experiences as a mother. The photos reveal to me how uncertain and obscure my life became with motherhood. At the same time, there is an undeniable clarity in how my daughters lead the way for me to follow a brighter path as I journey through my everyday life.
My favorite image from this collection. I adore how the girl’s dress blends so well with the tree’s summer-lit leaves.
Also check out We Are All In This Together, another of her collections.
I’m experimenting with sharing more than just my poetry. There are so many beautiful things out there which I desire to share. Our world, so filled with ugliness and rage, needs to see more beauty.
Wishing each of you a refreshing and recharging weekend.
Too early in the morning
It’s not quite six yet
Which I still find “too early”
The boy’s in high school
I’m still adapting to the high school schedule. That will come. That will come.
High School Begins
Looking towards the moon
The high school students inside
And now I adapt
A Child’s Funeral
Nothing is sadder
Than a child’s funeral
Winter’s emptiness
It’s been several months since we buried my friend’s son. It was a wretched, painful day. I never want to feel that way again. Sadly, the odds are against me.
Parenting Frustrations
Clothes,
Simply…
Just clothes
Arguments burst forth
And I cant….
Children fighting
Like this thing
Defends innocent
Lives
No willingness to
Give, to attempt
Anything outside
The preconceived
“I won’t find
ANYTHING” in this
Place I’ve not yet
Seen.
Frustrated at my
Failure…
No understanding or
Trusting in my
Experience
All I’ve done
All I am;
Worthless
I am tired
Parenting Thoughts
It delights me so
To see the kids around me
Make better choices
