Sharon FrancesApr 13, 20232 minAn offeringPoems just feel good. To write and read, to give and receive. I asked friends if they would like to receive a poem written by me. I...
Sharon FrancesApr 9, 20232 minThe HammerI used the toddler step to wash my hands, time to eat Near the tippy top You can reach it, don’t stop The boards worn now Red, blue,...
Sharon FrancesApr 7, 20231 minLean into the nightI look back at her unsuspecting face So busy A buzzing bee Tending her garden Spreading pollen To help everything grow Except herself So...
Sharon FrancesApr 3, 20231 minWeWe are cracked and caked. We beam outward like the sun. We are intertwined and woven. We bend and are not broken. We curl up when it is...