It really doesn’t matter
Long , straight , winding or uphill
It’s still a path
*for Matt
I love you and I will always be there for you
Writing poetry has always been my passion as a child. At age 20, however, I let go of my passion for poetry to become a mother. I decided to faithfully devote my life rearing four beautiful children and life has been a bliss. However, after 21 years, when I thought I had everything figured out, I found myself in the most difficult time. My long lost passion has found me again and I cling to it for life.
I hope my Haiku inspires you, if not, distracts you, when life throws you a curve ball.
I hope my Haiku inspires you, if not, distracts you, when life throws you a curve ball.
finding serenity
amidst haste ~
as the day slowly passes
when you abuse someone
you may as well
abuse yourself
you may as well
abuse yourself
the endurance of a woman
who knows her worth
is beyond any form of abuse
Respect
such a high price to pay
when you abuse someone
who knows their worth
be hard on yourself
until there’s nothing left
but kindness for others
it’s raining here
he texts back with a photo
of the waning moon
I know rain
no need to look
I simply listen
it left me nothing
but a heavy heart~
this morning’s rain
chance of rain
a sudden change
in his demeanor
like me again and again
the waves come to shore
to break and be whole
the world
spinning so fast ~
time to sip my tea
a twisted past~
the metal and wood
on a wind chime
it’ll grow on me~
engulfed in flames
the paper flickers
lunchroom at the workplace
empty chairs respect
one another
