Practice Self-Compassion with Forgiveness - Mindful

As I lay my head on my pillow

I say goodbye to me

For tomorrow who will I be?

The sins of my day billow

The motives were certainly not carefree

My soul needs to be set free

Sorries I gather to still owe

But first at the day’s end I plea

Forgiveness within my own vitality 

Alone in the wilderness

Powdered sugar snow blankets the evergreen covered mountains. 

Soft, fluffy, emerald

You could get lost

Pleading with nature for much needed sustenance

Standing on a makeshift pier; homemade line out

You are silhouetted by the vast pristine scene

The world above is mirrored below on crystal glass. 

Peaks of mountains rise above and fall below

This vision belongs in museum

Yet there is no one here to witness 

Blue skies go on forever.

The beauty comforts in this solitude 

At dusk the blue is replaced by sprinkles filling the skies 

The air shrinks and chills the bones

A  howl from neighbors send the chills to the soul

at its mercy — The Meager Modern Mom

wistful holiday décor is no comfort with my senses heightened the hum is deafening the traumatic wait better be triumphant the cold is penetrating my soul heat forcefully blowing on my feet and neck enveloping. A cloudless winter sky, murky, dim blue craggy barren branches clawing numbing anticipation is a discomfort too often am I […]

at its mercy — The Meager Modern Mom


deep rich emerald bouquet

the chaotic shapes compose a visual melody

my eyes are drawn to you

the shadows compliment your rich hues

foliage shapes dance in a rebellious party

thin and flat

skinny and broad

tall and short

The many contrasts are married

bright lilacs rise from the greens

pale whites ring among the stalks

providing sweet feasts to hidden butterflies

and fluttering hummingbirds

thank you for your striking botanic presentation

Me in a poem

Routine Queen; helps me function

Cat lover; his soft snuggles are unconditional

Mom; longed to be; an eye blink later 10 years in

Poetry lover; newly discovered passion

Runner; my way of staying fit and sane

Teacher: longed to be; now 20 years in

Friend; few, but cherished

Writer; didn’t know it was in me until recently bloomed

Sister; few by choice, but cherished

Wife; one of life’s accomplishments: 16 years in

Binger; Netflix, Prime, Hulu, on demand

Daughter; grateful for many gifts

Survivor; breast cancer warrior

Homebody; now being truly challenged


Inspiration from Day 23 SOL challenge





Dear Daughter

Dear Daughter,

Do you know how proud of you I am?

I try to tell you as often as I can.

You’re too humble and insist I stop.

I’d like to shout your honors from the hill tops.

I delighted in all your firsts:

steps, words, smiles, life’s thirsts.

I cheered at your concerts.

We rewarded you with desserts

I look back with boast;

looking onward to all the toasts.

All the heartaches broke me too.

But I had confidence you’d make it through.

Do you understand how proud of you I am ?

I will never stop; no way my little lamb.


Coffee in My Kitchen

I am a prisoner of my daily routine

It pulls me, it drags me, it has a hold over me

Nothing else can be completed to be free

It is my drug to get me going, oh the caffeine

It percolates and grumbles

The aroma permeates my home

My mind awaits it as my eyes roam

Out the window the tree’s branch fumbles

The leaves wave to me through my screen

That first sip will ensure for all the day I am keen


When I gazed into the future,

I held my best friend’s hand tightly

Yet when time caught up, she was a different person.

When I slept over at Nana’s,

Playing bunko

I had no knowledge of bills and deadlines.

They were inevitable.

When I laid in darkness,

The air filled with Channel and Aquanet.

Paul Simon sang, “Get off the bus Gus”

Mom prepared for her night out.

When we married G.I. Joe to Barbie,

We assumed we’d be bound forever.

But it turns out blood is not thicker than water.