Mom

 Mom

The one 

Who will

Still kiss

Boo boos

Tell the truth

Yet still remind

You everyday

Not to mention

Her idiosyncrasies

They will soon 

Become your own

Happy Mother’s Day

The struggle

 Who am I

I’m still meeting me

These past few years

Are still teaching me

That all the money

And fame 

Might bring attention

But seeking attention

For attention’s sake

Will leave one

With a lonely heart

A starved soul

A warped mind

And a lost sense of self

The numbers on this blog

Leave me speechless each day

Because too often

I’ve let the world

Determine my worth

And when that happens

Turmoil erupts

Like angered volcanoes

I don’t know

Much

But I know this

I must trust God

Over everything else

Even if 

Even when

It’s an hourly struggle

Place

 Lacing up

Those tennis shoes

Freedom in

The feet

In the street

As each step

Brings my body

Back to a place

I can be

Proud of now

And forevermore

Questions

 Favorite hobbies?

Random fact about you?

Favorite magazine?

Favorite author?

Favorite book?

Reading, writing, thrifting

I like to doodle

Vogue or Tatler

Tolstoy

Too many

Your turn?

Hands

 A little smile

A big hug

A joy

That isn’t spoken

In simplicity 

An ordinary life

Becomes extraordinary

Not because 

What we want

Changes

But how

We approach it

Shifts

And we realize

That as

My hands

Are occupied

My mind

Can’t wander 

Down the rabbit hole 

sea of glamour

 Swimming in a sea

Of tulle and jewels

Regal Red

Corseted Back

Diamond Brooch

Pearl studs

Gold slingbacks

The best accessory

The smile 

That steals

The global community’s

Heart

Batting average

 As the sun rises

On this beautiful morning

I’m reminded that

What I thought

Were losses

Aren’t looking

That way

Anymore

I’m still impatient

And want it

My way

So folks

I’m still

Being molded

I’ll take small wins

All day long

Because my 

Batting average

Lately

Is nothing

To write 

Home about

These days