Memory Poem

I Remember

Popcorn

reminds me of you

dressed in pale plaid

cotton sleepwear,

ready for a night

curled on the couch

watching old episodes

of Friends.

Mother's Day

generations

today

unlocked with sun

streaming upon my face,

cat curled by my side, mother’s day

begins

beyond

my room, toddlers

play, laughter echoes of joy,

love unbound, of family here

right now

my child

and her children,

embracing our special

day together, mom and nana

shared bliss

my son

calls, no longer

living behind fences,

his voice reflects maturity

released

one more

call to my mom,

changed by a stroke, but still

present, she remains distant but

alive

we are

generations

sharing a common thread,

womb to womb to womb interweaves

our lives

by judy Beaston

May 13, 2012

Thoughts on Life

What if

 Love is the door,
Truth the key

Inside I discover
I’ve always been here

- judy beaston
May 5, 2012

May Day

April has ended and so too the AtoZ Blog Challenge. I joined that challenge to help determine the direction of my blog. I learned that posting vignettes, micro-flash and the beginning of longer stories, suits me with delight. Is it just a place for me to project my own writing? Perhaps for now that is true. I suspect I will branch out to explore the tales of other short-story writers at some point.

What I enjoyed the most this past month was the discipline of daily writing, especially since each post was an impromptu effort. Creating related poetry is another part that I liked, so there will probably be more of that, too. Going forward, I intend to create a flexible schedule vs. daily posts.

Thanks to any who stop by to read. Leave a comment or two so I know you've been by. All comments are appreciated.

May Flowers

I remember singing songs about May in grade school. In sing-song rhythm, we repeated the words about May flowers born from April’s showers. On the first day of May, we danced around a pole, a celebration of life emerging from winter darkness, of birth and renewal – fertility, I learned in later years.

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Lotus

flowers

emerge daily

from dense muddy chambers,
arms open, embrace life, petals

speak peace