Fly Boy (a poem about letting our children grow and go)

  My baby flew away today with hardly a look back at me. Motionless, I whispered “I love you.” He waved and then abruptly he was gone. I’m not ready! My heart heavy. I am not able to see him there, high up there in the clouds he is spinning golden dreams, twirling with anticipation and…

The Fury of Parenthood (a poem)

The Fury of Parenthood It should not be in me. The fury.  And in the end, I think. I am most angry that I am all grown up. When did that happen? I cook, I clean, I care, I take on every kind of responsibility.  Make choices based on their survival and their happiness. Forgetting…