you are not a mistake

i’m sorry, little one 

that it happened the way it did 

that you did not see love in a pair of eyes

or see comfort as it should have been

somewhere down the line

you were convinced you were only in the way 

and no one held you tight 

and told you “I love you. Stay.”

little one

a wonderful world awaits you 

in that distant beautiful future time 

and i’ll meet you some sweet moment 

on that brilliant journey of the other side 

- les’nspired 

Writing Practice 5: mother

when mother laughed on the phone 

her voice was shrill and careless 

and rubbed my insides 

like grated cheese 

Writing Practice 3: Regrets

     When I was 7 years old my best friend moved away. We had established a close bond over the course of the year. He chose to sit by me when we got to choose seats and picked me for games. It didn't matter to me that when he sat by me, we played punching games. I had a best friend! I loved that for Show and Tell he would bring fossils, and at the time I thought it was because his dad was an Archeologist and boy was that exciting! My best friend's dad had adventures where he dug up bones! Well, no, he was a Scientist and rarely stepped foot out of a lab, but you couldn't shake me of the daydream and also, I was biased. He was smart, and I liked smart!

Little Sister

Little Sister,

I am sorry 

for the world can be 

so unfair 

The things we love

don’t always give us that hug 

and sometimes we lose 

sweet ones that are always there 

But know that while this world

is not for the faint of heart 

you do not travel alone 

you have many who love you here 

Little Brother

Little brother,

I know what only 

a big sister could 

that you cry when you are hurt 

but you act like you never would 

little boy

little boy

sit beside me

this is a safe space;

whoever hurt you

however deeply

they will leave no trace

give me your hand

let's breath in

and let it go away;

we are together

no one will bother you

ever again in such a way

you let me be your friend

and I am honored with your trust;

no one will harm you, sweetheart

and you can be just as you must

The Ballet

The wait was torturous

"Be still!" they commanded as she swung her legs

She was counseled again, "Be patient."

So, she closed her eyes and blew out her lips.

"I will endure," she thought complaisant. 

Her mother could never abide

her movements in the chair

But sometimes she found it difficult

to remember that she did care!