Our Lucy

It is 8 sentence Sunday. Writers submit 8 sentence snippets or poems each week. You can see more here, at Weekend Writing Warriors.

I have no introduction for this poem.

Our Lucy

I want to see you

But you are not here

I see you everywhere in my minds eye

My heart, it’s too hard

Please come back one more day - romp and be naughty

Bug me at my desk, sit on my keyboard

Sit on my papers

Jump on Panda and chase her

I spin you on the desk chair, while you swat at my fingers

You purr, incessantly

You pounce on a mouse outside

And play with it for hours, leaping straight up in the air

Please come back

You are not ever coming back.

Quick Little Ditty

This came to me today, based on something that my sweetie said to me in a text this morning.


When sticky doesn't mean
Goopy
Messy
Or childlike.
No matter what,
When my soul is soaring,
Or mired in the troubles of the day,
My mind
Pivots,
Inevitably,
Towards light and gentleness.
You hold the hand of my heart,
And I yours.
Stuck on you, baby,
I am.

My Mom Has Cancer

It is 8 sentence Sunday. Writers submit 8 sentence snippets or poems each week. You can see more here, at Weekend Writing Warriors.

I have no words to introduce this entry...written in mid-February...

My Mom Has Cancer.
It's sinking in.
I sit
Holding my breath without meaning to,
Reflecting,
On nothing.
I don't know
How.
My heart
Is a little bit broken.
I stand and feel my feet on the floor.
Oh dear God, I love her so.