For the past half week I’ve felt heavy hearted and physically sore. Today I just had to go back to bed and sleep. I finally realized I was grieving Mom because April 3 is the anniversary of her passing.
It makes me wonder what lies beneath other dark days I have. Did something happen to me that I left buried and hidden? That in some mysterious way became my root, my grounding, and my new blooms?
MasticadoresUsa // Editor: Barbara Leonhard
…. isn’t a secret as we all till the ground for the daffodil, sprung each spring before an unexpected snow that bends our backs so low we wonder if we can survive The weight of a lingering winter We brace the cold, wet tears and all hold grief in a sacred spot where its roots can uphold us once the frost melts Copyright © 2023 Barbara Harris Leonhard All Rights Reserved
Barbara is author of Three-Penny Memories: A Poetic Memoir (EIF- Experiments in Fiction, 2022). A poem from this collection was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2022. Also, on Spillwords, Barbara was voted Author of the Month of October 2021, nominated Author of the Year for 2021, and recognized as a Spillwords Socialite of the Year in 2021. In November 2022, she became Editor for MasticadoresUSA. Barbara enjoys bringing writers together and started hosting open mics and readings on…
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