It’s your smile that calls me back. Your smile and those eyes, brown and trusting, now grown-up, they’ve seen it all, a mom gone on the bathroom floor, your pink …
By Gillian Kessler. You were gone at dawn, gone to save lives, run the show.
By Gillian Kessler. A poem about sons and fathers.
By Gillian Kessler. Anxiety sneaks in on little rat wings, as I prepare to leave my children for a significant amount of time.
A poem from a daughter to her mother.
Poem: mom and daughter work and grow together in the garden.
“The day is a woman who loves you.”
Real is that this story starts and ends with a boy.
Real is still about love and the idea of being in love.
Real is this love, this life, this boy. Forever.
By Gillian Kessler. He is all elemental, stick and strength, born of my strong body, his muscles rest in mine.