She spent the same on every child It was her way to be She thought it was important To treat them equally. A dollar here, a dollar there Measuring the coins that remained Putting treasures in her cart Silently whispering their names. Happy with her treasures She hid them in…
As the bullies shadow fell again and again The boy tried, ducked, weaved, eyes darting Surely someone would step in and help him But all that was done, was tossed to him As he fell, astonished and defeated to the ground.
If we could get in a canoe and travel one hour to the other side to see those no longer seen, it would be the greatest gift of this holiday season. In The Blink Of An Eye ~ Katrina Curtiss 12/19/2020 They say that life can change in the “blink…
One year when I was young, all I wanted for Christmas was a drum. My mom said, “Only boys play the drums.” My argument was that Karen Carpenter of The Carpenters played the drums. My mom refused to budge on her belief, which sent me to the street to play…
Anniversaries are usually a time of celebration. A day to remember, something special. A memory lodged forever, dusted off once a year. Anniversaries are sometimes a time of sadness. A day to remember, something lost A memory lodged forever, dusted off once a year, One can feel as it approaches,…
During the COVID-19 Virus, I’ve been struck with a cleaning virus, not to make light of the situation, but it’s a bit much even for me. Going through drawers, I found a picture of Howard, my biological father. He left for “greener” pastures when I was 5, new love,…
It was a dreary day in my neighborhood, forecast of rain daunted many a celebration. We were invited up the street to a neighbor’s backyard picnic. I was young, adults seemed old, the food was eaten, drinks were drunk. As it started to rain, my family of 5 scurried home,…
Sleep is as illusive as the breath of an angel upon this night The leaves are chatting amongst themselves as the moon smiles Restless with the world, roaming from room to room Too early for coffee, or is it too late for tea? Thinking about a friend whose daughter just…
The things that won't let me sleep, I found myself writing a speech for Donald Trump at 4am this morning, the things I wish he would say, the actions I wish he would take. Then I wished my mom was alive, because I think maybe, just maybe he would listen…