Juncture

Humility overwhelms women like me.

When the feeling arises,

power and heat settle on my cheekbones,

a blushing arrives, and they’ll all know it.

My eyes weaken and bashfully divert theirs.

Kick a rock and draw a heart with my toe,

as I take in the moment.

Jointure –

And then, when I, Momma, regain composure,

I’m fiercely proud looking toward my son’s window.

I ponder what he has learned here and if he will use it for good. Always.



– Learning – 

a collection of photos and poems

11 thoughts on “Juncture

  1. You are such a good Mom :-) Your son must be very proud of you, just as you are with your worry about him ~ and you’ve given him everything one needs. Love this poem. Especially since I can see this “Kick a rock and draw a heart with my toe, as I take in the moment.” A special lady you are, Audacious 🙂

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    • My son, makes me proud, and I have a redheaded daughter I genuinely see as my dearest friend. Grown children are a joy. I adore being a mom, and they support my writing and creativity. They tease me for always having my head in the perverbial clouds and I just giggle. I can’t wait to see their lives unfold.
      I’m learning how to just be Audrey – an audacious one, if I can. ♡

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