Children's Writer & Sometimes Poet

I haven't written this badly
In a long time
But in a long time
I haven't written at all
I'm pretty sure This daffodil was planted Just for me By an angel A year or two ago Who tickled the tum of a gull Or blue jay who dropped the seed So today I could see this sign Of spring Of hope (C)2023 Sue Santiago all rights reserved

when Hard takes a new face digs in digs deep claws at my roots chisels my foundation days to weeks to months, to clench to grind to gnash, to tears to cries to wails to surrender. It's different than to give up ©2023 Sue Santiago all rights reserved


Some of these mantras today Shake my head Curl my toes Living my best life Can I just take that pressure off? Most days are hard enough Loving my people Caring for my responsibilities Pursuing my passion My best? That's a high standard I cannot maintain Climbing to the peak. There's no air up there. Don't look to me to Make my past self jealous. I want to see her excited about, inspired by, proud of her future. The Do-Be-Do-Be-Do days are done Lay down that finish line I'm going to take my time ©2022 Sue Santiago all rights reserved
The secret to contentment
is gratitude
The secret to gratitude
is perspective
The secret to perspective
is selflessness
The secret to selflessness
is love
The secret to love
is selflessness
The secret to selflessness
is perspective
The secret to perspective
is gratitude
The secret to gratitude
is contentment
©2022 Sue Santiago all rights reserved
You are beautiful
In the richness of your rhythm
In the liveliness of your language
In the vibrance of your voice
In the strength of your stature
But we are strongest
In our overlap
I am beautiful
In my firmness of faith
In my unwillingness to walk away
In my collected quiet
In my surprising silliness
But we are strongest
In our overlap
In the seam
Of the silk that is you
Of the linen that is me
Threads of compassion,
Hope, love
Forgiveness
Bind unbreakable
In our overlap
Where we are strongest
(C) 2022 Sue Santiago all rights reserved
We pour our heart Into our creation To get trampled, criticized Rejected Breaking our spirit To not pour our heart Perhaps protects our underpinning -- By not bearing the creator's image By not carrying the creator's soul The creation suffers To not push hard enough To not dig deep enough Creates a counterfeit, Second-rate beauty Unworthy Create. Unguarded. ©2022 Sue Santiago all rights reserved
