(An original poem by Margaret S. Morton) Let my eyes see my thoughts and bring my heart alive. Let my hands be able and bring it from my mind. Let my soul blend these words and create reflective prose. Let me plant the seeds of thought and watch the creation grow. Let me free to create what... Continue Reading →
My mother-in-law has Alzheimer’s. I recently found out that she’s also in kidney failure. She is elderly and unable to comprehend her future status. She made a comment to my husband over the weekend that she is looking forward to winter being over and summer coming. This poem came to my head. I wish you... Continue Reading →
She smells like lemonade on a warm spring day Her smiles feel like sunshine in the middle of July Her thoughts arrive like cartwheels then she’s off to find a thing She laughs at senseless nonsense like the world doesn’t understand She creates treasures out of bits and bobs she finds along the way Determined... Continue Reading →
My heart breaks for the lost children of residential school. The discovery of 215 bodies is too much to bare.
Why beneath the surface lie the things we fear the most? The thin line under water The father and the Holy Ghost The bottom of the mattress just above the floor The crack of dark crunching behind the closet door images behind eyelids of imaginary truth The bitter shove to meaningless when we no longer... Continue Reading →
Photo by Debbie Walker Recently my cousin Deano, one of the Focused Friends team, challenged me to write a Sonnet. I didn't even know what a Sonnet was. I've enjoyed writing the occasional poem before, but I use that term very loosely for I haven't followed any structure, just gone with the words that came... Continue Reading →