Fractals Photos Poetry Prose Watercolor

Sunday, May 14, 2006


My mother was gone
by the age I am
she might have shared
are nowhere found
there’s no lead
to follow
no clues to see
she didn’t go here
it’s all new to me
I write my life
by first-hand view
no warning words
no clearcut signs
an unmarked path.


I want to ask.

1 comment:

Naturegirl said...

I love the watercolor and your poetic words about mother. I am dealing with the stresses of making sure my mother who is 82 is safe in her independent enviroment.A reality for many of us.