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Red hats Purple complements of lace or tool Fancy ladies gathered with her Singing Cell Mates Where bingo replaced the bars Melodies then echoing to audiences in Rockers, walkers, wheelchairs Always a project in progress To fit small feet Baby hands My hands Our heads for whips of winter wind. Our favorite... Continue Reading →
You are She is He is They are I am. Worth it. Being content... We are worth more We deserve more We can be happier with More. Pure joy Free of our safety nets Living our true potential Because we are worth it.
I think of her and that Place The Place where I shut the Door. With all my strength Unhappy no more. Now I pray that, Well, I don’t know yet. What’s next Next. Assume the next line on my resume Where my car will park for most of the day Early mornings, late nights, sunrises,... Continue Reading →
I rise with her rays I sip my slow-drip fuel As I wrestle with plot and imagination Characters bleed through the screen And hop from key to key Stretching their mind-born limbs Crafting their story. We chat over more slow-drip Debating the next chapter And they're always right. I return to the keys. The key... Continue Reading →
Around this time of year is when most reach an understanding of just how committed they are to their New Year’s resolutions. You are either just getting in the groove of your new routine, or you’re learning that maybe this just isn’t the right year to follow through. However you identify yourself in the goal-reaching... Continue Reading →
Ocean of sheets Atop my belly so full Heavy eyelids After bubbly beverages Surrounded by family Gift wrap littered; splayed on the living room carpet Hugs Smiles Laughs Exchanged And now we huddle Under our ocean of sheets After a happy Christmas Day.
The power of a dream. I saw her again. Shining. Glimmering. As she always did, does. Smile glistening Cheeks rosy Silver locks long now. I stopped her from tying them back; Her bare skin lingered with tearful memories. I said, "Keep them down." Mom agreed. That shining smile flashed. I knew it was a... Continue Reading →
I went to the grocery store yesterday morning and the associate who was monitoring the self-checkouts greeted me and asked how I was doing. I said, “Good, how are you?” in which he replied, “Well, it’s a Monday. I hope the week goes by fast.” Considering that it was only 6:30 in the morning and... Continue Reading →
So here I am sitting in the Wegmans grocery store cafe and as I attempt to gather my thoughts, “100 Years” by Five For Fighting begins to play on the radio. I listen closer and it ends up serving as an important reminder. The lyrics speak of young age and moving on to old age... Continue Reading →
Rebecca DiFabbio 