Another go at ekphrasis (a poem inspired by artwork.) The painting I took inspiration from is about refugees by Eva Lewarne. A beautiful piece about a tragic situation. Thank you for reading. :) <3
My first day, of nine, as my mother's carer.
Don't grieve for me, mother. (Inspired by today's prompt: death. A sweet, last farewell to a mother. Hope you enjoy.)
The final part to Power of the Pack! Grey returns to his old territory to retrieve his father, like his promise, who turns out alive! (Thank you for the support on this)
For my Dad who supported me no matter what.
©2020 Michael R.
I wrote this when my son went off to college
A man in search of his father. It was hard to create a story with only 50 words. I hope I got the point across!
Shes shed a lot of tears these last few years. || 111 words in length, memoir about growing up trans. Not a comic like my older ones, but short and sweet like them.
Dementia is framed as burdensome. It is something deep-down, we all fear. Part six of a series I've written while my caring for my elderly mother.
My mother's thorns will not prick me any more.
Day Two (Part III) of me filling in as sole carer for my mother.
Dear readers, I must confess to a lie. I have misled you all.
Part V in a series about providing care for my mother who suffers from dementia.
I'd almost forgotten what a mother's love was like.
So this is late, but it's my final piece in my series about my nine days caring for my elderly mother.
I will be my mother's sole carer for nine days. I am, at once, excited but also absolutely terrified.
To my middle Child in Jr High
Horas non numero nisi aestivas
Blue pill? Red pill? Part four of my chronicles as I step up as the sole carer for my mother for nine days.
A father is talking to his son about life