An Introverts Heaven 


This is a page from an unused coloring book that I found in my mom’s room.

Half-past midnight, the day is past

My favored time, finally, at last

The world is sleeping, quiet resides

And where my true contentment lies

No phone, which startles, always ringing

Instead, background music, with musicians singing

My dogs are snoring, the fridge is humming

No tasks or errands that I need be running

Brilliant colors, on my page, emerges

And a zen sense of peace, spontaneously surges

For I’m blissfully alone, a introverts heaven

This chaotic world, with its constant chatter, deadened

I choose colors, bold and bright

So thankful to God, for this night

For being awake when all is calm

These precious moments serve as a balm

Mom, Do You Remember?



Do you remember when I puked on you and dad

As you both slept, Christmas Eve, soundly snoozing?

I was afraid if I went downstairs to the bathroom

That I would scare poor Santa Claus away, no Little Pony for me


Do you remember the first Christmas after dad died

When little brother stopped talking and became mute?

That we couldn’t get him to say a word or sing a festive tune

Because of his traumatized tongue, a truly silent night


Do you remember being mad at me for being so busy

With my boyfriend that I wouldn’t help decorate for Christmas?

How I wish that I could have found the time to hang some tinsel

With you, my beautiful mother and little brother, putting up our stockings


Do you remember going to midnight mass on a whim

I had just gotten out of the shower and had hair-icles from the frigid air?

We laughed but you said that you hoped I didn’t catch a Christmas cold

I miss how much you always loved and cared for me, my God I miss you!


Do you remember the Christmas before I had the baby

When you gave me that daughter plaque as a gift?

I cried because it meant so much to know that you’d always

Think of me as your little girl, no matter what my age


Do you remember last Christmas and how I ran to kneel before you

When I opened the present that said a mother and daughter’s love never dies?

How we both teared up, deep down we both knew it was your last Christmas

I asked how in the world would I live without you?


You hushed me and squeezed my hand tight


There will be nothing to remember this Christmas but my sorrow, yet those memories will last the rest of my lifetime.

We Are


We are the forgotten ones

Folded neatly on the chair

Left to sit and taken for granted

In a cruel world that’s rarely fair

We are the devoted ones

Who put others above ourselves

Allowing our dust to settle

Placed high upon the shelves

We are the sensitive ones

Who take everything to heart

Trying hard to toughen up

Within a soul that’s torn apart

We are the hopeful ones

That work hard to see the light

Wanting badly to run away

But continue to stand and fight

We are the brokenhearted ones

That weep while others stay dry

As though we were merely born

To curl up at night and cry