There’s Mom Eyes blue as sky Peace lives in them and in my heart Forever She is a quiet light At ninety I see her bounce back I trust...

Poetry was made for mothers, scribbling stanzas in stolen moments during bath time, defenseless against sudsy splashes, or silently and...

“Neigh!” you say, pointing to the horse on tv. “Neigh!” you say, gesturing to the Great Dane dwarfing lesser dogs in the park. “Baboo,”...