Molly Jean

Hello, darling, dearest girl
With gray-blue eyes and hair so fine,
With a giddy laugh that warms the world,
With a blissful smile that gleams divine.

The distance spans three thousand miles,
So through screens and waves we watch you grow,
But when the day ends you're still his child,
And he loves you more than you could ever know.

My darling dear, please never doubt
You're forever loved by parents three.
You're the joy we all can't live without,
And what you become, we can't wait to see.

An anniversary sonnet.

Happy first Fancy Anniversary to my husband!

Pearls
How precious just a single second is,
More valuable than any shining gem,
When my hand gets to interlock with his -
And to think we've had a whole year of them!
Day in and day out our vows still ring true
Within my mind like a sweet melody,
Eternal words to prove that I love you,
You who accepts the best and worst of me.
Without promise a ring is just a ring;
Without future a day is just a day,
But with you each of those means everything,
So here's to years of breath taken away.
A dress, a tux, two rings on our fingers -
Cherished memory that forever lingers.

An eating disorder poem.

"Mia in the Mirror"

Mirror, mirror,

Lie to me;

I know I’m not

The Fairest.

Let me pinch and pout,

And just pretend

My thighs don’t touch,

My eyes shine brighter,

My skin’s not pale,

My hair is smoother,

My legs are longer,

My scars are gone,

My sides aren’t fat,

My head’s not crazy

For expecting perfection

In a human body –

As if it changes

My talents,

My morals,

My aspirations,

My worth

To be anything

But magazine beautiful.

If I were a skeleton,

With collar bones

And hip bones

And ribs protruding,

I’d be no happier,

No prettier,

No better;

I’d simply be

Nothing at all.

A poem lost then found.

The Tiger
How dare I find the strength to scream
And put my rage upon display -
Bare fangs and claws for all to see
Instead of cower down and pray?

And why shouldn't I be angry
When told how to be and talk and act?
Expected into submission;
Should be dainty and frail - and cracked.

So let me wear my scars as stripes
And let me house the rage I've earned.
Your disapproval spurs my fight,
Wills me watch all the world to burn.