A Mother’s Anxiety

How did I not know? How did I miss the signs? How did I not notice? Was there not a change in her voice? Did she not lose the twinkle in her eye? How could I not see the torment she was suffering inside? Was I so absorbed in my own life? Fooled by her …

Storm

Sorry to sit somber I do not spark nor illuminate the strokes her pondering brushes I can not hold the paint brush for anyone Never designate certain colors Only envelop that soul In content To acquaint and edify my own   - H. O'neill - Yvie Ratzmann (Photograph)