I turn to you

in the middle

of the night

the warmth of

your skin

next to mine

your soft,

gentle breathing

reminding me

I am safe

safe in your




my mind.




Note to mom

A year later and this poem still rings true for me and my view of today.

chatter from the pool cabin

So much has changed

since you’ve passed,

the world’s a mess

that cannot last –


you’d never think

we’ve digressed this way,

where “equality and justice’

is something to say,

to remind each other

that it should apply to all,

for if it doesn’t,

we all take the fall.


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The March

It was a day

unlike any other,

I marched for myself

I marched for my brother.


I felt so determined

to walk with love and belief

and to march with so many

was such a relief.


But, to go it alone,

with my head held high

to march toward a future

Is something I’ll try.


Kelley E. Howe Nolan