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Playing in my grandparents old farmhouse.

Looking outside through the window.

“Do not play at the window child. Do not touch

The stick holding the window open. Go outside”

Curiosity always ruled me.

Itchy fingers and dreamy mind wondering what could happen this time.

So closer I moved.

What is this mighty stick doing I may not touch?

Holding up the heavy window frame I realized to late

As it slammed down unapologetically on my my little hand.

Tears stinging my eyes to my surprise.

Swollen and bruised hand now but

“That’s what you get when you do not listen child. Now go outside and play.

Stay on the grass. Do not leave the yard.”

I would proceed to play barefoot and roam the boundaries I was told not to go.

Skin now pierced by prickly burs. Tears again.

“If we told you once, we told you twice. Now child why don’t you listen.”

Once more I wander places I ought not go. Family visiting outside stop to hear my cry.

Me confronted.

A large snake poised up to meet my eyes. I stood frozen.

“Don’t move a muscle!”

And they interfere with my curiosity. I am safe now in big sisters arms.

” Why don’t you listen child? There is danger and boundaries you mustn’t cross. We know better as we have lived longer.”

I did not understand their language it seems.




Be mindful

Those generational ghosts you bring forward;

Those in your own heart and mind which no Longer


We are teaching children to fear them.

We are born fearless.

We are born fresh and

We are born free of past regrets.

Do not dump your unhealed bits on them, the Children.

Lessons abound from the past. Still, let us refrain from planting our pain in the child’s heart.

Just Remember


Daddy’s crying

Momma’s lying

What am I supposed to do?

My little heart is searching

For a simple smile or two.

My little hands can’t fix it,

That’s what band aides

Usually do.


Just Remember

Come November

Whatever has come and gone,

This little girl


Her Momma and Daddy

All along.


The gun was fired.

Momma’s tired.

Daddy doesn’t know what went wrong.

Seems they thought they were all grown up

When they were only playing house

All along.

Fill in a  couple of bullet holes.

Pretend they are all gone.

We’ll keep singing your pretty song.

Daddy holds on to the past,

Momma’s drinking makes it last.

Once the gun was smoking

We were left holding

Illusions in the air.


Come November

Just remember

*originally published December 2013




Because of all the discord and chaos

Surrounding me

As a child

I learned to listen beyond what I heard.

And I learned to delve into deep and quiet Places


Unnoticed to go untouched.

Adults. Objects thrown with insults. Hits leaving bruises; drawing blood. Trembling tears.


What I heard and saw


Was hearts breaking.