Strong Beauty #Mothersday #Love

drop of love

endures storm’s seas

strong arms


To the woman whose strength is her beauty. Her compassion is her smile. She wills us to be better and she stands by us in our worst moments. Her applause thunders in pride in our success.

One day to radiate our love back!!

bw and pink azalea




Today Rather than Yesterday #parenting #poetry

birthday balloons



where do you find yourself

in the rabbit hole of yesterday

pulling yourself toward today

or rushing back grasping at the past

wishing wanting

its like water slipped through your fingertips

I can’t hold you back as I trip

I never really wanted to try

flying free on winds invigoratingly high

but there are nights

sober moments where I hear screeching tires so near

I want to place a warm bundle back in the crib

singing made up lullabies

and whisper to little elf-like ears

“I love you”

piglet and winnie

Today is the birthday of my youngest and I want to climb back to the rabbit hole of yesterday and hold her small hand.

The little red shovel #philippines #poetry #dpchallenge

child's hand

Red plastic shovel

held moments ago

favorite blue cap

on your sunshine face

crooked it sat

I am washed away

claimed by sorrow

you pulled

by the riptides of life

Both driven 

toward fate’s tomorrow

you toward the sea 

I toward the land

and I face the dawn


embraced by the sand

Uncountable are the buckets of tears that have been shed by mothers who have lost their children. The mothers in the Philippines too well embrace sorrow as a well-known unwelcome friend.

This poem in its simplicity is another tear to add to the buckets…

Reality check: This post is a reflection that I am sharing with the  wordpress dpchallenge prompt  Frightening.  I was inspired to write this poem for the children lost in the claws of disaster in the Philippines after I saw the pieces of a child that were being picked up by police on a busy street corner.   They included a child’s red shovel and a little blue cap.  Tears poured from my eyes and I could only hope those things fell from a vehicle not from the arms of a child.

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My First Day #school #children #story


I see them walking past my window – new shoes, new back packs and I reflecti back…



“Mommy mommy I think I hear it.”

“Oh honey” she ruffled my hair lovingly “you still have another twenty minutes.”

“But shouldnt I be there just in-case” I said with a gap-toothed smile

“Let’s make sure you have everything ” she was trying to stall me I later realized.

“You have your pencils?”









“Hmm” I looked cross-eyed I hadn’t put that in my backpack. I opened the zipper. “Yes” I giggled knowing who put  my lunch in my pack.

“Milk money?”

“Yes” I felt in my pocket.

“How ’bout a kiss?”

“Nope none of those in here.” I teased.

I put my arms around mommy’s neck. I didn’t realize the sacrifice she made in watching me grow up. This was as big a step for her as it was for me.

“Ok then I think they are ready for you smarty pants.”

With that I looked down to check that my shoes were tied.I grabbed my sweater and my backpack and ran out the door.

I didn’t think to wave til I got to the end of the drive. All of a sudden I felt it too. The long invisible cord that connected my mommy and I was stretched as far as it would stretch. A tear reached my eye as I realized she could not go with me on this journey. “Bye bye” I yelled “I love you mommy.”


Today many children will go back to school while others will go for the very first time. This story is for the mothers and fathers who have to let go of their children so many times and so many ways.

Leslie Moon is a published children’s writer who has told stories to young and old the better part of her life. She writes many genres but she will always consider herself a children’s writer. Please check back as there will be stories each week to inspire the child in you.

Photograph “School Days” L. Moon copyright 2012

The Dance of Life (A Story)

I wasnt there but I felt your fear. We are mothers after all who have big, strong sons. Strong arms that will hold us when we are frail and weak.

We will never meet but I was there in the waiting room with you. I was holding your hand. I shed a tear. I wanted to yell at the doctors to hurry. I wanted to scrub in and help.

He swallowed a screw you told me through tear brimmed eyes.

“He was fixing the wall in our house when he inhaled it. When he started coughing painful spurts of blood we knew there was trouble. There are no doctors near our village. A friend drove us in his truck many miles to the hospital.”

“They told us the risk was great they couldn’t find the screw in the x-ray. The doctor knew something was there. they had to find it.”

I hugged her. There was a picture in my mind of a screw in your son. I prayed the doctor would find it my friend. If he were my son, you would do the same.

They found the screw after hours of exploring. “The rate of infection is high,” they said. After two weeks, the mother, my friend proudly showed me the screw tucked next to her heart. We danced around the screw – for life, for sons.

I wrote this note to the mama I will never meet:” I got the call before your son went into surgery; my friend a doctor was overseas. He was there when your son needed him. Our lives are different you are from a  small village in Zimbabwe I am from a big city in the United Stated. We are one as mothers. I was so glad my doctor friend was there to help your son. I was there with you in prayer.”

A Tribute To Mother’s

She dressed her little girls in frills

cleaned up her boy’s skinned knees

told stories at bedtime

tucked them in

“Sleep Tight”


Nights and Weekend Ball Games

toting all that stuff

weekly voice, piano

backstage her Drama Queen

up front


Driving Driving Driving

remember the brakes

eye on the mirror

can’t afford



Loving them- always

missing them- each day

“call when you can dear

can’t stand when you’re away”


We love our moms – our mothers

how could we do without

those little touches

that’s what mothers are

all about


Thanks to playing with brushes  for the sweet picture

and Jingle for the sweet bouquet/ award