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