Cottonwood Wings

a poem for my son to read at the funeral You might want to read this first In the Spring, God brings forth life Cottonwood drifts by on the wind. We water our gardens with tears for we have lost a dear friend. Her kindness grew like tulipsProud and colorful and tallHer compassion, a … Continue reading Cottonwood Wings

The Mourn

a poem about the emotional trauma of hysterectomy in time, eggs drop as they maya crimson furnace burnswaits for themthen rejects even the idea of babies babies that refuse to be boundand tear their way outleaving you to your stitchesthese eggs, they stay now…where are they to go?a furnace burnt outremoved scoop by scoopfleshy … Continue reading The Mourn