How far is night from day? Not far! It’s a golden flash right before my eyes.   Seems like seconds ago, you were a tiny baby, So helpless, needing my every minute. Now, adorable ‘coos’ of growth fill the air. Little fingers curiously grasp life’s essence.   Oh, time has passed, my dear. Only, I ...

During my youth, planning my future was a full-time job. I dreamed of every detail. I knew I wanted to be a mother. God’s plan was never in doubt for me. I created timelines in my head for my perfectly normal life. The straight path we would follow. Instead, we are on a twisty, dark ...

I tip-toe among the little crittersThat wriggle and flitter  Along our shared grassy track  They like to stop and have a chat  And proudly pose for a photo  When I am on my tummy down low  Today I met a beetle called Bertha A lady who was frank and earthy And like my grandma, her family came first  She protected her offspring through ...

  I’d love to stay up there with youBut there is something I must doIt won’t matter how much you pull nowI will always break free somehow Can’t you see your grip is only making me feel numb?Let me show you how strong I have becomeI can live without the protection of your lovely silkIt ...

Motherhood is one crazy roller coaster of emotional ups and downs. While a handbook would be nice and often feels required, one does not exist.

My heart weeps silently          for the child                    I once carried My mind paralyzed          with fear of a reoccurrence                    but my body longs                             to be the vessel That carries your          fragile, tiny frame                    supporting you in                             my cracked container You fluttered and          my heart melted                    connecting ...

I cry because I am glador don’t like what I’ve had Mommy saidit’s because I want my own waybut is that so bad a few times a day I cry because I am sador perhaps because I am mad Daddy saidit’s because I don’t wantto listen to a word he says But I say otherwisebecause ...

Trees and grass, the Bay mare’s protection One spring night.   Breathing heavily – No wind, No threat in sight.   Her colt lies beside her, Touching noses.

Who do you think you are? A question my mother liked to ask me when she was getting on to me. I use to stand there and wonder, who did she think I was? Yet, my shaky voice always answered back, “No one.” I really wanted to tell her that I was Chasity Anne Sifford, ...

As the sun began to bleed  At dusk and the birds Gathered for the evening chorus, I began to wonder if this was A dream.   Your hands were so small, Your eyes never got to see  Pinks and reds of dawn,  Let alone this sunset, or a Full moon.   I had waited so ...