Micki’s mocha latte
My favorite part of Sunday morning. Micki’s mocha latte w/extra whipped because I can. Have a gentle Sunday! 🧡
Words of Amber
Words of Amber burn within my heart this is their home this is the part I want to give but I hold them close Far too often I offer freely these precious words then I realize I need them most My desire to share To be known Led me here Looking for a home for my Words of Amber
To my broken tribe…Lost in sadness
“Why am I so sad,” she asked? This is to my broken tribe of loved ones, those I hold dear, those I sit with as they cry~with no answers but to offer a word of comfort. What do you say to the broken one who comes from years of emotional abuse? What do you say to the one who has been suddenly left without a trace of love? What do you say to her when her beloved dies, leaving them to pick up the pieces? How do you help someone that is… Read More
Good morning Tuesday!
Good morning Tuesday! How lovely is Your sunshine! ⭐️💫🌟✨💛 Outside my back door!
We all have layers
We all have layers I’m afraid that mine are showing Only a matter of time Then you will be knowing The things I try to hide That scream at me inside I promised I would muffle and I even tried to shuffle But nothing could chase the voice that spoke inside Close down Go away Just shut up Stop speaking there’s no use in even pleading for reprieve or grace cause girl, you’ve lost your place Just shut up and be quiet Lay down and take it quietly No one will notice twice maybe Baby, please don’t… Read More
She lent me her wings
Over here please follow You see the tree of hush Is where the fairy wings grow Please try them you simply must Oh no, I said to her I simply cannot fly I know you won’t believe me So let’s not even try She wasn’t having any Of my words to stop her there She plucked from the hush tree This beautiful blue pair I can’t fly I said, I just can’t I’ve tried so very long I began to realize, and I think I don’t belong With a little twinkle of… Read More
Childhood is but a whisper
Childhood is but a whisper I turned around and you are grown part of me grew with you part of me misses you child part of me wants to go back part of me wants to run part of me wants to tell the other parts of me that your childhood was….it was a whisper I’m sitting with that today letting it sink in! Childhood is but a whisper
Born this night in June
Born this night in June Wasn’t April, nor Harvest Moon That caused me to swoon When I saw your smile And sweet sweet face I knew at that moment I had nothing to give you But all my heart I could count On one hand those I’d given complete Endless access to my heart I gave it gladly It was all I had to give Thank you for making me Your Momma sweet baby girl My Alexanderia, my heart Born this night in June Every year I tell my girl the story… Read More
