
my mother’s birthday
missing her, feeling alone
yellow butterfly
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Even in the clouds,
I see paths
drawing me
toward them.
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Seeing the same four walls
in this endless
pandemic confinement,
but imagining far fields,
wildflowers bobbing,
waterfalls singing, Continue reading

a few bobs of a daffodil’s head —
my spirits rise with
a spring in each step
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Hidden in the shadows,
afraid to move outside our comfort zones,
it’s easy to forget we can fly.
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Each day I’m drawn in
turtle-tight.
I mourn the old way
I shopped, the old way
I chatted with co-workers,
gossiped as Yelena cut my hair,
or watched my children walk,
with heavy schoolbooks. Continue reading

Daffodils break through old leaves
beside the greening grass,
and warming sunshine draws
tiny caterpillars from their eggs. Continue reading

Alone,
but not lonely,
drinking in the fragrance
of uninterrupted thought, Continue reading

A little love for
all of us pausing, Continue reading

What do I wish for
my daughter
on her eleventh
birthday? Continue reading

Update the day after surgery: I may be a bit green from the meds, but my kids are bringing me tea and tucking my blankets tighter. I’m managing to keep down simple foods. Thanks for all the good wishes, friends. Life is good. Hope you have a magical week!