Friday, October 24, 2014

"a simple nest…"

 she built
a simple nest
for her dreams
out of memories - some
held dear, and some not so

from the flotsam
and jetsam of an almost childhood,
the sparkle
and rust
and bits of wisdom
clutched for a while in tiny hands
and an untouched mind
before left
strewn in the wake
of another move
another town

but also from
the small scraps
of pale blue ribbon,
the poetry written on napkins,
the forever kind of love
of motherhood, and
girls on horses
that filled her heart
with hope...

Thursday, October 23, 2014

"behind cornflower eyes.."

was such a little thing.

all sharp elbows,
pale hair, and cornflower eyes

her smile was open and fearless,
her look direct and trusting

I search for answers, and
she stares back at me from beyond
the deckled edges
of an old photograph,

and I begin to remember
how it felt to be her...