Seeing through the eyes of others

poetry and writings based on the truth of life. Everyone sees through their own lenses. Trade glasses with someone else and view your world…and theirs. I write personal, I write upon request and not limited to one area, genre, or style

tears

  • Louisiana tears of the Sun

    It was an ordinary Louisiana day, the kind that begins quietly beneath a broad blue sky. We moved gently through our work, putting things in place, gathering what was needed, and sharing the small moments that make a day feel full. A soft breeze moved through the air, carrying the sweetness of honeysuckle and the… Read more

  • Grace Speaks

    After hearing Carly Paoli sing “Amazing Grace,”I am convinced it stands among the most beautiful songs ever sung Her other music, too, is lovely, heartwarming, soulful, and deeply touching, tear creating, warmth and love. Yet to hear her voice rise in song of the God of glory is something truly special Her voice carries silver… Read more

  • There are no five stages of grief. The stages you heard of or read were written for people who are dying, not for those left behind. I am from Oklahoma, where the land is steady and wide, yet nothing in me felt steady after that five months, six days, twenty hours, and forty minutes ended… Read more

  • Sexually Abused Seniors

    Pocket Thoughts It’s real, it happens all across America and Canada and beyond. I’ve lost a grandmother abused in such vile ways, and a grandfather murdered in a nursing home while wearing a straight jacket, at age 89 and it’s disgusting and angering. Yet so many are tossed in the system and left by their… Read more

  • people, really?!

    I do not reject most people too quickly. I feel it fully. I let the empathy hit first. Then I sit with it until it stops being noise and starts being information. What I feel is not what I decide. Affective empathy is data, not a conclusion. I question it. I test it. I track… Read more

  • When someone says, “I don’t know what I’d do without my Mom/Dad.” I just stay quiet, I tremble, I get angry, I am glad they feel safe, I hurt!See, at 57 I’m still trying to figure that out. I don’t know how to explain what it feels like to live in a world where their… Read more

  • there will be a death in your life and it will not feel like anything you prepared for, it will not be distant or softened, it will land in your chest and stay there like it belongs you will lose someone and with them every future you did not even realize you were building around… Read more

  • Dad

    He went to the hospital, and somehow the world decided it was allowed to keep spinning, like nothing had been taken, like nothing had been shattered. 2 People showed up with soft voices and rehearsed sympathy, offering phrases that sounded more like exits than comfort:“be strong,” “time heals,” “you’ll get through it.”, and my favorite… Read more

  • Truth, not embarrassing,

    Being dependable quietly became my identity, and somewhere along the way I trained myself to swallow my own needs so I wouldn’t disappoint anyone. Not my parents or Grandparents, but people: MaybeChurch folk who never found good in any or always had to gossip, complain and whine like nursing babies on dumb-titsOrFolks in the community,… Read more