It was under the Magnolia tree, He loved me, And our children played, All three, (and then four, five), And the puppies leapt high, Under the Magnolia tree. We’d sit and talk for hours, Under the Magnolia tree, Butterflies & dreams & wishes, And she’d listen, Our beautiful old tree. The seasons came & went, more
“Is it? Is my work going to live? I wanted to be a writer, that’s all, I wanted to write about it all – everything that happens in a moment – the way the flowers look when you carry them in your arms, how it smells, how it feels. All of our feelings – yours more
In my sleep, I am an Angel fighting the Demonic forces, I use reason, wisdom, love and patience, From behind my shield; Never wishing to do bodily harm. The sinister laugh reverberates, Through my entire being, But I do not wither away for I am full of light; All encompassing and saturating. “Be more
I saw it all through his eyes, How he waited for her, Nervously, holding his breath, His first love, The one who would capture his heart, How he thought he was “better off dead,” Than twiddling his thumbs in the shadowlands, “She will come, my son, With your name on her heart, my child, But more
The cycle of domestic violence is terrifying to live with. You can tell if the person has genuinely changed (and that it’s not just the ‘honeymoon’ or ‘hoover’ phase) because there will be remorse, they will take responsibility for their actions and there will be talk of accountability rather than blaming everything onto the victim.