There was the year when the Spoiler—sandwiched between my boys on a ride home from school—whispered in first born son’s ear, ‘I have a secret only grown ups know.’
Coloured Existence
My first awareness of you is blue. The line that proved your existence to me.
Viktor At 15
A mother's poem about her son at 15.
I Blinked
When I close my eyes I can vividly remember the moment.
Strength In Numbers
A poem by Lisa Bierman.
Natural Light
Dealing with mental illness takes an awful lot of strength. This poem is about when the strongest thing is to let go.
Little Things
This is the poem I never thought I'd get to write, in the days when I wondered if anyone would ever call me “mom.”
In the Land of Dreams and Darkness
Laundry, dishes, cleaning, the carousel spins and spins, yet I’m immobilized by my captor’s cries, chained to this chair, once again.
While Sweeping
I should hope the signs of their presence will linger long after they have left their mother love for the love of someone/something/someplace else.
Daughter
I wonder who else will love her as wholly as I do. Her perfectly imperfect self. Her beautiful little soul.