Chapter One Hope is the thing with feathers; that perches in the soul; and sings the song without the words; and never, stops, at all. ~ Emily Dickinson I am a poet. Well, sort of ~ I am also a dog. Yet many humans don’t realize I have this gift of poetry along with an […]continue reading Ti Amo! A tale/tail of hope ~
We have options As to where where, oh, where do we belong? As the winter of our lives curls up in a corner like a bone-weary kitten our special needs friends family uncertain as to what to do lie in wait anxious for us to finish yet aching with excruciation to make it meaningful.continue reading My Friend II
Too late Forests of hate We incubate A unidirectional radiation of grief. How do we love those who cannot love us? How do I surrender my heart? It is done.continue reading Mother, May I ?