The Old Wooden Bridge The old wooden bridge, Was my safe place. My place to go, When I needed to be alone. Where I could go, When I needed to cry. It’s gone now, Replaced by concrete, And it’s not the same. Where is my safe place now? Tracy Hinton Read more…
I mentioned yesterday how I wrote a lot of poetry when I was a teenager. One of the great regrets of my life is that most of those were lost during a move while married to my first husband. I can still picture the binder they were in, and it Read more…
New haiku: Sunshine through the cloudsSunshine through the clouds, Like a ray of hope shining, For my broken heart 6-3-23
The good memories, Can make me smile. The good memories, Can warm my heart. But… Even the good memories, Hurt sometimes. Even the good memories, Can make me cry.
Laying There I remember laying there, Looking at you, Watching you sleep. Knowing our time, Was running out. You woke up, Caught me watching, And we laughed. Time was running out, I wanted to soak up, Every memory of you. 5-25-23
Sometimes… Sometimes I feel, I’m going to be okay. Sometimes I feel, I’ll never be okay again. Sometimes I think, I am super strong. Sometimes I feel, Like I’m falling apart. Sometimes I wonder, If I’ll survive this storm. Sometimes I’m afraid, Of opening my heart. Sometimes I think… Sometimes Read more…
Suddenly Suddenly, The possibility, Of love, Was there again. Looking at me. Something new, And exciting. I was scared, To feel again. I stepped out, Grabbed your hand, And took a chance. November 22nd, 2022 Opened my Heart I opened my heart, For the first time, Since losing you. It Read more…
When my grandpa passed away a few years ago, my grandma asked me to write a poem for his funeral. It was difficult to write a poem under those circumstances, but I did. A couple of years later, I got an idea for a poem for my grandma, so I Read more…