Content Warning: Mention of Death
Daughter's storing voicemails
as mementos to outlast you
after you die. Meanwhile I
have fleeting moments of
wondering what will I do
with the Waterford crystal?
The tea cups and saucers
shelved and displayed, one
set of each style, no two
the same? The seasonal
china? Holly berries on cream
in winter followed by a whisper
of pale pink and seafoam green
floral for spring, Kelly green clover
for St. Patrick's Day in between?
Were there fall and summer sets?
And why can't I remember? All
the while neatly avoiding the real
question— what will I do
without you?
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Shadows & Dust [poetry]
PoetryMost of my poetry is autobiographical. I write about living with bipolar disorder, dating, single parenting, my neo-pagan spiritual beliefs, my dreams, and sometimes popular folklore. Many of these pieces come from my self-published collections...
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