Hungry

Hungry

I am hungry

it builds in me

something is nagging at me

My hunger is stimulating as it

builds in me  rising like bread

I love the full feeling

Yet, I miss the emptiness   

a balance where I let go  find

peace  letting go

What Shall I Call Her

No one knew her like I knew her

on the surface sweet  kind

commiserative

Below the surface she shocked 

her anger hurricane force words

whipped any victim 

It was hard for her to be

my mother  hard for me to be

her daughter

I did not stand down at all and

it ankled her to no end

it ankled me that I ankled her

No longer wanting to be

like her, my Mother who

I would hope to represent

We were two different people

I like to think my daughter and I

are on the same page, much closer

I only have my perspective

My Mother

My Daughter

I

Oh I Didn't Mean That!

As to how it came out I am
not that angry, sure, I got
shafted, but I'm ok, I say
"Lets go have a beer."

The Window

Sheers billow inside

brown frame window

tattered yellow shade

empty room looks out

at rolling meadows

blue sky freedom

Is There One More In Me

I don't know so I shall amble
through possibilities to find a
purpose to write that one
that will plummet me to stardom

However, I am not serious as to
stardom, but I love riding the trail
purpose to write that one
that will rise me to stardom

Honey Drip

Day was so perfect you might say
the bees might be with me

peaceful, except for my brother
who is not doing well, and my
husband who has Alzheimer's Disease

I need to throw that shit away for
I can't take care of everyone
I can only take of me and McGee

Here I Am

Long hard day
early joy
agenda man
no joy
ruled the day
here I am