Posted in memoir, Writing for healing

April Faces

line drawing 1 for blog

In the waking of consciousness
comes a fervor
of responsibility.

What are we leaving behind
for future generations?

All the talk of elections
while cronies click elbows
with a wink,
and continue to poison the earth mercilessly.

I am aging- my cries
will not be stifled for long.
Determination is in our DNA
as we remember the promises not kept.

Our babies! Our children!

Have I forsaken someone not yet born?

My questions plague me in the early dawn.

Kindreds whisper among each other in circle;

poets, writers, and dancers gather

with the praying spirits.

We will be heard.

old faces copy


I made it this far and plan to keep going. I believe nature heals the soul. I love to journal, to write, do art, and music. I'm not afraid to tackle tough subjects. Solar-powered & drive hybrid. Trying to do my part. Earned my BA at 53. And, I believe, it's never too late to have a happy childhood.

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