Journey Continues
A silly bit of playing
Like Mother Like Son
The End.
– Learning –
a collection of photos and poems.
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George Washington said it at the start:
“I was summoned by my Country, whose voice I can never hear but with veneration and love.”
Roosevelt reminded us that power always brought along responsibility.
So many important voices resonate as we leave D.C.
With change inevitable, “Who will lead?”
Yet, a wise man once told me, “Mom, I have goals. I put away the dreams.”
Timeless treasure,
treasured within progression,
progress the masses approved,
approving both to live simultaneously yet differently,
differs from what is reported,
reportedly, we wouldn’t possibly get along,
alongside one another,
anotherly.
– Learning –
a collection of photos and poems.
Walking along neighborhoods,
nestled deeply into images of city life,
I found softness, and vibrancy.
Murmured pastels, somehow unafraid to show themselves,
and wide open.
Droves of minds walk right past their gumption.
Faces stuck to their iPhone.
My soul wept.
– Learning –
A collection of poetry and photos
While on my own, I rediscovered
pieces of who I am.
My heart leapt,
my soul weakened in reverence,
towards a pursuit, I’d maybe forgotten,
or possibly, extinguished
even discarded because I was different.
Small moments,
where,
I proved to be –
a someone. Found,
amongst many.
I saw you, too.
– Learning –
a collection of photos and poems.
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
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 