Author: Simona A. Brinson
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Our first white Christmas. Had to let the brother experience a cup of snow. We take no moment for granted. ~Calondra McCarter~ A CUP OF SNOW From a cup of snow She did bestow Upon his soul A gesture of love. Not love grandiose Or from the shallows But love in its purest form The…
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EMPTY Why is it that we try to fill ourselves from empty jars? Sure, he’s a beautiful vessel–Tall, dark, handsome, and smooth. But his vessel is empty, devoid of the capacity to give, to nourish, to replenish. So empty, in fact, that he can’t even accept what you’re pouring into him. You can pour and…
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I hadn’t written a poem since December 22, 2019. Then on December 23rd I decided it was time to work my creative muscle. Within minutes of finishing that poem, I had written another one, which was completed on December 4th at 12:15am. I decided right then and there to challenge myself to write a poem…
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“Who Are You?” I remember about 15 years ago my cousin asked me that very question. I began with: I am a mother, a wife… She stopped me immediately. She told me that those were a list of titles, not who I am. I was perplexed and though I tried, I had a hard time…
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