Wondrous were women who worked with words
Weaving warmth with wanting
Writing when wolves wagered west
Waiting with wizen wives
Watching weary wood walls.
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Mother’s Day
When I entered the world you held me tight I screamed, cried but in your arms I knew I was protected. As I grew you evolved you taught me about how to overcome life circumstances. How to be a respectful and responsible adult is all about; there are levels to the love I have for you. I always want you to know that it’s my turn to protect and love you like you once did for me. Now that I am grown you still reach out with open arms. Once again I know I am still protected and loved. You are my everything and I love you for it mom.
By T. Eugene Williams5 days ago in Poets
The Reluctant Reporter
"You can't send me!" "There is no-one else. It's you or no-one, and that is not an option." Ameera looked at the fat paunch and florid face of her boss, a man who lived for the story and the kudos it brought him but who rarely gave consideration to the people behind the drama. When had he become so hard? She reckoned that by the end of the year, he'd be dead, collapsed from a heart attack and she struggled to conjure any sympathy in that moment and instantly felt ashamed at displaying the same lack of compassion that he had.
By Rachel Deeming7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Beautiful Image!
What wondrous word witchcraft!