When they question your worth

Take a breath.
A sisterhood of women stand with you.


You’re a Queen.

The daughter of painters and writers

Worn mothers, posh aunts

Star crossed lovers

Saints and sinners


Warriors with roses

Rebels, all.


Stitched by the hand of a missionary’s grace

Her tapestry forged with iron and lace

Fragile yet strong

Our thread never breaks.


When they ask, ‘Who do you think you are?


Raise your head and smile.


~warriors and roses

It was over. The memory of tail lights lingered in his mind. She’s taunting me.

Roy lit a smoke and stared across the water.

Rain fell like tears and rolled over the pavement. The lonesome moan of a tug echoed in the distance. He felt his pulse pump like a bass line. As his forehead touched the rail, he closed his eyes in prayer.

How strange to bow down, he thought, a man who has only set foot in a church, once.

She’ll  return.

~ Everything and Nothing