carry my music
to her school in the heavens –
where she teaches me

Simphony To My Mother, by Asit, courtesy Pixdaus.

can I cry
when your loving hands
keep me safe

Mothers Loving Hands, by Buteign, courtesy Pixdaus.

(’12. feb 02.) / (Haiku Challenge)


Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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