Fireball
The light shaded my home
in the eeriest of yellow,
as if sunset, forced too early,
cried and bellowed.
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The light shaded my home
in the eeriest of yellow,
as if sunset, forced too early,
cried and bellowed.
in Mother Poems
Mom, on your birthday, I celebrate you
And all the wonderful things that you do.
But if truth be told, and that must always be,
I am the very proud mother of the author of that poem. When she wrote the poem, I was truly overwhelmed at its depth and love. My daughter inherited her talent, which was evidenced from my...
in Summer Poems
Though May did bring her deepest grey
And June did bring her gloom,
I woke this morn in a glorious way
To Sunshine in my room.
Thank you, Beryl. This is especially a time for all of us to be grateful for the simple things that make us smile. Be safe and well.
Thank you, Beryl. This is especially a time for all of us to be grateful for the simple things that make us smile. Be safe and well.
Thank you for allowing me to picture your morning jog. It sounds comforting, uplifting and powerful. Enjoy your summer!
Thank you, Carol. It means so much that my poem touched you.