These Scars are my badges.

These wooden accolades hanging on my walls They are a testament to the courageous me of the many episodes of life’s trumps These plaques represent my many tears Teardrops shed in the dark where no one could see Except for the great umpire who comforts me with his words His sweet balm of healing like…

Home free. #Ronovanwriteweeklyhaiku.

Welcome to my home This is where love resides Four guys and a girl With music sounds abide Welcome to my home Free from hostility We express our hearts freely With sounds of music accompany This is my home, we are free in love and laugh and all. This is where my heart is at…

Park Avenue. #writephoto.

It was on Park Avenue There we first met You were on the other side Walking briskly in between them, the trees I sat on this side under the umbrella provided by the trees as they spread the wings, As a cover for all and sundry. It was a surreal moment as our eyes met. The…

#SOCS. Empty hollow.

It’s stream of consciousness Saturday, and Linda has asked us to use Empty and/or Hollow. The hall was packed full of people I have never seen such great crowd, I mean it was massive. All these people out here just to see me! I felt a little jittery My feet began to wobble as I…

Happy Mother’s Day.

Sitting in between them surrounded by boys All hovering over her like the little chicks all around the mother hen The echo of their voices permeate the air as they all resounds the words,”mommy” This superpower woman the knower of the many unexplainable This superwoman who bears all unbearable tantrums, screams, cries and all the in-betweens. Mother,…

Though Fallen… #writephoto.

Fallen, never to rise again so was the thought though cut off from the root it’s spread all around the forest The roots are still alive, at the scent of water magic is in the uprising. Though fallen, still I rise. Surrounded by these great witnesses standing side by side earth’s fullness will prod through me Yet…

My Muse…bestowed.

Look what heaven gave me At middle age year See the beautiful treasure Bestowed on me  when I least expected He is now my muse An inspiration Those tiny feet are growing And those hands too, his grip getting stronger It seems like yesterday, He was so small and new. Now I watch him as…

A Slice of Heaven.

A slice of heaven A dream called home for comfort, for love, for healing, for friendship A place where nothing else matters but you and me Together hand in hand cheering one another not afraid or intimidated by your success where you are my chief cheerleader, doing together better A slice of heaven a dream…

A man like mine.

A man like mine fine like fresh wine from the vine Le boo in suit decked up to toe he’s just a bloke I can call my own. A man after God Ordained and called To bless his world to which I belong My crowning glory a part of my story doing together better fifteen…

Branches.

I am like the branches growing from the boughs of the tree The huge trunk filling the earth space extending its root to the deep waters firmly rooted in the earth as the dew of heaven falls freely here I am waiting for the rain to caress my skin ebony brown I am an offshoot…