#family – Words and Coffee Writing

Lessons in Patience

Patience is a virtue:the restraint in the chaos,the ticking of clocks heard from a great distanceuntil the sound is only a memory, like the whisper of the windenwrapping the yellow-tinged leavesand tossing them into the sunbaked sky.Patience is the calm beforethe storm; the soothing serenade of moonlight scattered on the bedroom walls;the simple act ofContinue reading “Lessons in Patience”

5 Years Cancer Free: Babies After Breast Cancer

When I first started thinking I’d be lucky enough to celebrate 5 years free of cancer, I imagined that I’d host a huge party with everyone I knew. The 5-year NED (“no evidence of disease”) mark is sort of a magic ticket in the cancer realm, a sign that, if you’ve managed to outrun aContinue reading “5 Years Cancer Free: Babies After Breast Cancer”

Waterways

skip and scurryacross the pathwayslike field mice,searching for the next hideaway,a close and comforting space,a dock’s safe slip of grace These summer days go so quickly! Sometimes I feel like the field mouse I saw racing across the road on our drive to summer school this morning. His little back legs were spinning like tinyContinue reading “Waterways”

Summer Haze

Sneaking snacks on the back porch,sneaking jokes under blankets,we slip away into sweet dreams as the Northern Lights trace patternsacross our sleeping bags. This is just a little poem about summertime thoughts. We have an upcoming camping trip that I’m pretty excited about– the urge to watch the sunset over Lake Superior and roast marshmallowsContinue reading “Summer Haze”

Contentment is a forested path

Contentment is a forested path,its exposed roots grounding my soul,its slivered sunlight pointing home.Onward is the way we’ll roll,the evergreen boughs painting peace,and us ensconced in cozy fleece.The pathway ripples with leftover leaves,the comfort of dirt packed under feet,the rest after journey, a welcome night’s sleep. I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written WeeklyContinue reading “Contentment is a forested path”

The Final Journey

You hear his voice in the family room,laughter as we gather aroundhis space,his stories,that very first trip around the globeto you–the first of many others,of journeys near and far,adventure in his heart.You see the sunset a visual serenade,the melody that mirrors our loss.Maybe the path of his final journeyis paved in vibrant sunsets,one of hisContinue reading “The Final Journey”