Tag Archives: Mother

We

His blood is my blood. His flesh my own. I created this being in my likeness. Actually, he looks more like his dad. Or he used to when he was little. The other one looks like me. Two lives created. … Continue reading

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The Opening

I’ve opened the door for you. You’re welcome to stay. We can climb trees and eat cherry pie. I’ll hold you when you need to cry. There’s room in my heart now. And in my home. I am grateful to … Continue reading

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Dreams and Things

I dreamed about my mother, a toilet, and sleep.  I almost never have a dream with my mother in it.  But it happens on occasion.  Last night was one such occasion. She was tired and wanted to take a nap.  … Continue reading

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Doctor’s Visit

She hadn’t been to the doctor in years, Preferring the natural way. She looked him straight in the eyes and said, I’m just fine with surgery. You’ve waited too long, I’m sorry to say. Nothing can be done. You may … Continue reading

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Smoke Fills the Air ~ 2

Smoke follows beauty That’s what you would say as the Smoke filled my lungs and clouded my brain. I was only a child wishing for fresh air to fill my days instead of living in a Perpetual Haze. I did … Continue reading

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Stages

he doesn’t play on the playground anymore. he plays on the computer, in his bedroom behind a closed door. I check e-mail on my cell phone, standing in the kitchen, thinking – these days, it seems, we’re all hiding behind … Continue reading

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Alone

He doesn’t come home anymore. It’s three in the morning and I feel like crying. Copyright Suzanne Norton 2016

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Sunny Morning Ramblings (stream of consciousness flow)

Today is the day!  I’m back!  I had a delicious slumber all through the night and into the morning.  I am still in bed.  Too comfy to be anyplace else.  I have been cruising my dating site.  My compulsion has … Continue reading

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The Question

Sweetie, dis whatta woman body look like, afta she hada baby. Nah go on n aks yaself, ya done thank ya mama lately? Copyright Suzanne Norton 2015 Working on dialect.

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New Life

Mom always believed in reincarnation. Although she never talked about how she wanted her next life to look. Maybe I’ll write that story for her. Include loving parents.  A life filled with ease and good health. Things that were missing … Continue reading

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