Blinding sun
in autumn skies.
Bitter as
the days gone by.
Still sweet as
a sister’s love.
Marking chapters
from high above.
When she stares
into my eyes.
life on wry
Life as a sandwich generation x’er, stacked with irony. As a ‘normal’ person peering out from the boundaries of suburbia, as a transplant from another state, maybe another planet. As a mother of teenage boys and freelance working writer balancing parenting with helping to care for my mother. And now as an only child of a mother with Alzheimer’s (which sucks).
life on wry 