Mum Her home in two places can be One her family, is she? The other a mother. Life can be smothered I ritual suffered. Her fresh bread dedication A clean house meditation. Church and then home Regulated, lovingly grown. I fail. I fail the ‘I do’s.’ I fail to choose. I’m wanting more I’m takingContinue reading “Poems from writing retreat”
Oak Tree and Stars by BlueFalcon1983 