personal reflections
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Lake Day – a poem for this mama’s broken heart
I might break beneathgood things,my son running inwith grasshoppers caughtin Grandpa’s field;he goes to kindergartenin only a week. but later I might break beneathsad thingsmy world closing inon the living floor,reality hits harder in the opensaying those words aloud;feels like a death, feels like a funeral.I still don’t cry the tears that try,that should have… Continue reading
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Beautiful Things Here Below
It was one of those very ordinary moments that lifts outside of itself and plays like a beautiful scene before your eyes. I’m in the kitchen working on dinner over the stove and my husband is explaining how his grounds work has made him sore. I just laugh out loud because it’s us getting old. I’m… Continue reading
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Before I Turn 30 – some thoughts
I came home to my son standing soaked in the garden. The sprinklers shooting into the air and falling in that back and forth rhythm. His smile was wide. My husband was watering the sunflowers and soon my daugther, also soaked by garden sprinklers–our little water baby–would come to say hello. I’d hug my happy,… Continue reading
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Small Dreams Everywhere True!
When your young it’s easy to get caught up in dreaming big. Movies, T.V. shows, and countless storylines are often propelling us forward with ideas that we can do ANYTHING and do it successfully after a montage of some failure, of course. I’m not mad about that. It’s good to dream. But when you’re 29 years old… Continue reading
Sierra V. Fedorko 