Beauty in the Mundane

Remember that there is beauty In the mundane, And peace in the sleeping eyes Of your child Snuggled softly in your arms. That adventure need not to be Far from home When little hands Can feel flower petals Just minutes from your door step. Remember that there is Love in the belly of a baby,…

A Poem, Daydreaming of You

I keep a grainy photo of  you on my dresser and each morning, as I prepare for the day, I look at you and wonder,  what will you look like when you are born? Will you have green eyes, like your grandmothers’, peeking contently up at me as I lay you down to sleep? Or…

Poems on Love and Riding

The Bike I Kept The first boy I loved rode a green bike with cream-colored trim. It was a cruiser, and he rode it to the beach the first time we kissed. We stood under the iron wood trees, pine needles and soft white sand below our bare feet.  Our lips touched with the innocence…