Posted in Rhyme, September 2013, Triolet

On This Day

On this day, in the morn,
Fourty short years ago,
A tiny child was born.
On this day in the morn,
The title Mom was first worn,
And I was all aglow,
On this day in the morn,
Fourty short years ago.
Triolet

September 21, 1973,
Was quite a special day for me.
It was a day like no other,
For that’s when I first became a mother.
Rhyme

Leona J. Atkinson  09-21-13
Happy 40th Birthday to my daughter!

Posted in Rhyme, September 2013

The Sacrifice

It’s done. It’s  over,
The locks lay in piles on the floor.
The curls of contention,
Are no more.

Pushed to the breaking point,
He gave in.
He gave up the hair he loved,
And the dream he held within.

To conform to others wishes,
He put his feelings aside.
He became their new person,
While his real identity died.

Rhyme
Leona J. Atkinson   09-15-13
Dedicated to my grandson Dylan

Posted in Mirror Cinquain, September 2013

Word Power

Life. Death.
The difference
Is often a thin thread
That one careless word could snap and break.
Caution
Needed.
Be very careful when speaking words.
They have power to change life
For better or worse.
Choose wisely.

Mirror Cinquain
Leona J. Atkinson  09-14-13