Teenage angst revisited: circa 1978

May 18, 2011January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 10 Comments

This past weekend my family held a yard sale, our first in several years. After the first hectic hour, I remembered why I prefer to simply donate items to our local Goodwill and church charities. Sketchy people show up at yard sales, and now they all know where I live... Other than the handful of … Continue reading Teenage angst revisited: circa 1978

Separate lives

May 16, 2011January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 17 Comments

We speak the same language Yet you don’t understand A single word I say We read the same books Quote our favorite movies But have nothing in common We share a God A compatible sense of right and wrong Though we can never agree Your body fits perfectly Around mine You say you’ve outgrown me … Continue reading Separate lives

Breakfast flock

May 13, 2011January 7, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 3 Comments

Jonathan broke free Flying through the breakfast flock I want to be you Inspired by "Jonathan Livingston Seagull," by Richard Bach * Haiku Friday is hosted by Lou at LouCeeL.

We were gods

May 6, 2011March 24, 2016 ~ Tara R. ~ 8 Comments

We thought we were gods No mere mortal could touch us We were such children * Haiku Friday is hosted by Lou at LouCeeL. * In a little over a month, my husband and I will celebrate our 25th anniversary. Looking back on our wedding photos, I'm amazed at how young we were, how little … Continue reading We were gods

A power unto her own

April 29, 2011January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 8 Comments

One step closer to your future One step further from me That tenuous cord Stretching, pulling, near its breaking point I knew, I felt the moment You were a part of me Before blue lines Before white coats You are still nestled Beneath my heart You can still Take my breath away You can still … Continue reading A power unto her own

Meeting God

April 22, 2011January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 6 Comments

Seeking answers where there’s none Wanting to believe Wanting to accept the lessons Learned at my grandmother’s knee Show me, let me see the wounds Let me feel the punctures Will that convince, will that Let me lie in the grotto, listening to the scraping of stone I can’t hear the angels' voices The breaking … Continue reading Meeting God