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.
In Anticipation of Leaving My Children
By Gillian Kessler. Anxiety sneaks in on little rat wings, as I prepare to leave my children for a significant amount of time.
For Mom at 79
A poem from a daughter to her mother.
In the Garden
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.
Two Children on a Sunday
By Gillian Kessler. He is all elemental, stick and strength, born of my strong body, his muscles rest in mine.