The night I faced my worst imaginable fear Daylight Saving Time ends. Darkness begins. November. I’ve never really liked November. The colourful leaves have dropped, and the sun has lost its warmth. My best friend from university died in a … Continue reading
I guessed her age to be around 17. She had dark brown, shoulder-length hair, and tattoos on both forearms. She seemed a bit standoffish. She may have been shy. We exchanged pleasantries but not much more. She was in my … Continue reading
I squeezed her chunky thighs. I breathed in her lavender scent. I snuggled into her neck. I brushed against her soft hair. I played peek-a-boo with her blankie. I returned her to her grandma. I smiled to mask my pain. … Continue reading
I was there … When your head passed through the birth canal and you crowned When you splashed the tub water during your bath time When you cooed, gurgled, and babbled When you smiled at me from across the room … Continue reading
My plans aren’t your plans, nor are your ways my ways, says the Lord. Just as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my plans than your plans (Isaiah 55 CEB). … Continue reading
A Poem Bright, clear, and alert Moon-eyed Your irises still changing hue A shade of gray, maybe brown Enchanting and other-worldly Soulful Watchful You appear to see through me Imploring Penetrating Piercing You know something I don’t Astute Intelligent Mischievous … Continue reading
The question that always stops my conversation short Like most grandmother’s I am immensely proud of my granddaughter. At 4 years old, she impresses me with her language skills, her logical thinking, and her sense of humour. She is the … Continue reading
A poem about the grief Facebook aroused The photo stops me scrolling. My breath catches in my chest. The tears well in my eyes. You were a sleeping babe in the arms of my mother. Warm, safe, content. Omama looks … Continue reading
Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful (Hebrews 10:23 NIV). She crawls into my thoughts as I lie in bed on the edge of sleep. I see her reach for her brown … Continue reading
April 3rd will forever be bittersweet She would’ve turned 2 today. I think of her often. But my thoughts no longer lead to tears. I wonder what she’d be like now. Would she play “pretend” like she was talking on … Continue reading