Poem: 63 Today

Your presence was joy to me. 
What was joy to you? Was any portion  
of your earth time enjoyable? Better  
than bearable? Worthy of thanksgiving? 
 
63 today. Each year since you left 
I think I know you better than ever 
and not at all. Who were you, Terry Ann?  

Poem: The Weirdest Dream

I could see
you so clearly, feel you, even, and smell
all your scents – you know, the natural ones;
the perfumed ones; your hands – so warm, so strong
and comforting (all, your essence) – so missed.

Poem: Happy 43rd!

Can’t picture it.
Painful to never
see you age.
Unreal –

Mom, you are enough.

Mother’s Day Message: You are enough. In about three months time, my mom will have been deceased for twenty years – effectively half my lifetime. Having to navigate the world my whole adult life without a mother’s love, guidance, and support has been extremely difficult and lonely. It has also been the impetus propelling meContinue

Terry Ann: Eulogy

Terry Ann: Eulogy As the moon shines, The angels come. On a warm, hazy night With stars twinkling bright; The waves crashed against shore With their ever beckoning lure. Terry Ann, my baby; My beautiful black lady. A mother, wife, daugther, sister, Cousin, aunt and friend. Because of you, my heart beats; I live andContinue