Morning Coffee: #5

I miss my Grandmother dearly. We were never close; but, never too far apart to know we loved each other very much. Her phone calls were short, always to the point. She had strong values and a stronger love for family. She anchored many ships in our family and now I see them adrift as…

Morning Coffee: #4

Sipping coffee, listening to ‘Deep Cuts: A Perfect Circle – EP’ ~ Orestes (Demo) ~. What a perfect start to the morning. The pain still sits deep in my chest about my Grandmother’s passing; but, the sun shines around the darkest clouds. Bits of memories, cardinal birds, snowmen, winter holidays, and many table side dinners….

Morning Coffee: #3 Madre

Sitting quietly by my desk this morning I turned on some easy listening music. Slowly settling into the groove I slid out the construction paper and chalk. Casualy daydreaming about childhood memories of my Madre. I love her and often think of her sweet voice and smile. My beautiful Madre. Your tower was long ago…


Red feather flapping ahead, Prideful crown arched in blood red glory, Tweeting from his deep red belly, Protecting his territory and mate’s bed, Beautiful cardinal, fly high, my Grandma’s favorite bird.


Bashing symbols crashing in time with the quick snare, Grasping earbulbs like Grannies mad as a crazed mare, Whipping youthful rears, Correcting childhood mood & quelling immature fear. Taking motherly care, and never, Going too far or too near, Letting babies hearts feel the warmth grow undeterred, Mothering her grandbabies forever.