I am a mother and grandmother with a passion for writing poetry.
Let me get this off my chest
like the ill-fitting bra
that has been suffocating
me since before dawn.
...
In the veil between life and death,
the deal was struck as I drew breath.
A fate which I cannot deflect,
the reaper comes now to collect.
...
Life inherently moves forward,
progress, change, passing moments
racing onward until the minute
we cease and cross the veil to
...
Daises dreading the inevitable,
eventual choice of the nervous young man
scanning the flora. Never the pick, passed over
in spite their fresh, innocent appearance. Always the
...
With baited hooks and bated breath
out on the dock, sit side by side
two life-long friends that once again
compete for bragging rights, for pride.
...