Back when we were young she sizzled -
cold pop from bottle, soda blast tide...

Laid up in bed on this sunny day
remembering the spirit of play...

I'm not one to say
I told you so . . . but I am...

She comes in the door her chores to resume
puts parcels down and removes her hijab...

Our mom cleaned the daily grime,
sang us sleep with nurs'ry rhyme...

It is to the point
that desirable leaders...

You huddle in grief from the pain
and I wish that I could say all of it was due...

61 is
- losing a half hour...

Youth rox!
Accountability is making the step...

My coffee may be a little more bitter
(sugar withheld for health and weight...

Seems every tree has decided to attack;
pollen drifts like yellow powder grenades...

The post came that morning;
my mom sat at the kitchen table...