Riding into town, I look at the rearview mirror, see my daughter in the back, bouncing with the bumps on … More
Tag: mother
Warm Winter, Sun Worshiper
Among the days which scatter across the week, I keep going back to an image in my head. Not sure … More
Beagle in the Pumpkin Patch
Small feet in small shoes, clasped with small buckles, ran along the rows of sleeping pumpkins. ‘In the pumpkin patch! … More
Mom at the Apple Tree
Pooka sits on my chest as if she were a mother hen. I think she thinks, My girl is … More
The Waves
Her phone rings rings rings – riiiing. Hello Hi, you little thing She drops the phone. Cries out. Little thing, … More
