at times I wish my dad was alive
at times I wish I never drug my kids through so much
at times I wish I never sold my body
at times I wish I’d chosen a different road
at times I wish I could remember events, names, milestones
(I could go on) Continue reading
Poetry
“Parenting Skills of Fear”
I see how the enemy
gets into the home
to steal from the children
who they are
adults fighting
and then loving
loving
and then fighting Continue reading
“Passionfruit”
people ask what my passion is
at first I thought loving people
and then I thought the flags
and then I thought writing
but now I know Continue reading
“Treasure Chest”
if I’d known every detail
I wouldn’t’ve said yes
if I’d known what I’d go through
I would’ve gone another way Continue reading
“Assuming”
the word
why
accuses
“Lost”
sometimes I wonder
am I an introvert
trying to be an
extrovert Continue reading
“Drive-by Details”
driving back from dropping off Nathan
I noticed the people walking by
some trees
some houses
and as I scanned from left to right
right to left
I noticed all that I was missing Continue reading
“Godly Desire”
there’s a part of me
that wants a husband
that’s not meant to be filled Continue reading
“Turned Around”
there are paths You’ve laid out for me
some I’ve taken
some I’ve not
when You laid out the path that I’m on
I hesitated
but stepped inline
not so sure of what was out there Continue reading
Worship Flags and Infinity Scarfs 