Mother and artist. On a journey of self-discovery through art.
My bed floats on a sea of dark cerulean
And darker still the sky
Littered with lights.
I cling to my quilt and look over
By Jenn Kimabout a month ago in Poets
“I just think it’s best if we…” your words stopped but your hands finished the sentence, each moving in opposite directions. My mind finally caught up to what my heart already understood.
By Jenn Kim2 months ago in Families
Hides in blue satin
Mothers dress a safe haven
By Jenn Kim2 months ago in Poets