To Her Who Shines Bright #MothersDay #poetry

Orange sun is setting

 too few memories

I look in her garden

even bugs will do

so little remains

my little rose is gone

even tree stumps decayed

hidden in waxy green

I find her smiling face

Camillia pink blush

I want to inhale

one remnant of us

To Mothers everywhere who plant seeds in the hearts of children.

Happy Mothers Day

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Stuck in the Middle #FlashFiction

I look around

no clear view

I’m a captive

I can’t see past this wall

Is it bright outside?

Is it dark?

Voices mumble in my ears.

Nothing is very clear.

Please give me just one view past these walls.

I have surrendered

to the pyramid

of cereal boxes and milk bottles.

I’m a mom!

Once again it is Friday a time to ply your skills at deftly writing a story in 55 words (no more – no less). A great group of people to write with – hosted by the sagacious G-Man.

thanks to Tim Schapker for the awesome photo – you must know how I feel at times http://www.flickr.com/photos/albany_tim/3062742904/in/photostream

Just Hail the Taxi (I mean mom)

Driving

to school

to the

doctor

back again

you forgot

your…

*

I might have

a GPS

but what I really

need is

a test

to see if

I am still

sane

*

What hamster

running in a wheel

doesn’t

take a

rest

and squeal

*

The only thing

squealing

from me

is the sound

of my

Pirellis

*

My poor

neighbors

look and freeze

while praying

dear God

stop her

pleeze