Category Archives: Mother

The Opening

I’ve opened the door for you. You’re welcome to stay. We can climb trees and eat cherry pie. I’ll hold you when you need to cry. There’s room in my heart now. And in my home. I am grateful to … Continue reading

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Doctor’s Visit

She hadn’t been to the doctor in years, Preferring the natural way. She looked him straight in the eyes and said, I’m just fine with surgery. You’ve waited too long, I’m sorry to say. Nothing can be done. You may … Continue reading

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The Light of the Moon

I only want the light of the moon and your love. I’m lying here on the floor, on blankets just like we used to. I miss you. He hugged me today, kissed me on the cheek, and caressed my face. … Continue reading

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Stages

he doesn’t play on the playground anymore. he plays on the computer, in his bedroom behind a closed door. I check e-mail on my cell phone, standing in the kitchen, thinking – these days, it seems, we’re all hiding behind … Continue reading

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Alone

He doesn’t come home anymore. It’s three in the morning and I feel like crying. Copyright Suzanne Norton 2016

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The Question

Sweetie, dis whatta woman body look like, afta she hada baby. Nah go on n aks yaself, ya done thank ya mama lately? Copyright Suzanne Norton 2015 Working on dialect.

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New Life

Mom always believed in reincarnation. Although she never talked about how she wanted her next life to look. Maybe I’ll write that story for her. Include loving parents.  A life filled with ease and good health. Things that were missing … Continue reading

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