Mother’s Day is one of those hallmark occasions no one can avoid entirely. Whether it is a day you relish, or a day you loathe, there is no getting away from it. —So here is a little poem I wrote many years ago, along with my thoughts on Mother’s Day and the fact that every day is a day to enjoy the little things in this poem.
Poem – Masks
Poem – Gym Days
Poem – Artist’s View — Thinking this morning, probably a little too deeply for what this poem is … But it struck me how much this simple little poem I wrote over a decade ago is like life in general…
Please Be Patient If You Can
Wouldn’t it be nice to live in a world where loneliness didn’t exist. A place where every person was valued for their ability to be uniquely themselves in their own right, rather than their ability to hide their true self away for the sake of fitting in to serve the ideals and the fallacy of “normal”.
Those who know the deep pervading force of loneliness through misfittedness and the even deeper longing to “fit” will no doubt understand this poem I wrote many years ago, along with my thoughts upon reading it again.