It's late

Mother visited
Her patient way
So happy to see me
How she bends and flexes
We hiked up a mountain
Kayacked in the lake
Ate like queens
She's always on my side
Support and love
She lost her way in the dark
I felt so guilty sending her home
Directions on dark Vermont roads
She called me frustrated with my directions
My directions were right
Poor mother on dark roads

It's late at night
there is so much to do
Each day follows
Right after another
Each day I think of you
Each day I think what will I do
Each day goes by and then
Comes night
Directions are useless
Poor dark nights
When I should be with you

This is a shout out to all my ladeeeezz!!!

Let's get together!

Better than nothing

Let's see....hmmm....well....I thought maybe I should create a blog to be cool! No, actually it's something I have wanted to do for a while....I am not sure if it will work. I tend to like to write in one place only, which, is my journal. I often stay loyal to one thing and I often stay pretty private. It's like me and singing- I usually have to be alone to do it or a large group. Singing solo oftens remains tucked away in my throat.
In an effort to be less private and more open about sharing the privater perhaps more creative parts of me here is the beginning of a journey! Cheers to being bold!