Sue Santiago
Children's Writer & Sometimes Poet
The Rain Will Come
Perhaps it's the war
with the death of a son
with the sacrifice of a father
Perhaps it's the year of query
of beautiful story without a reader
of skillfully written, but --
Perhaps it's months of illness
and having little to control
and having less to try
This creative desert only
deepens my thirst
drives my next step
©2022 Sue Santiago all rights reserved
Of kindling and ember
Just Enough
In the shade of the Rotem I catch my breath rest, relief, recover just enough to move forward, journey on trust the story, remember hurt, healing, hope then offer shade to another on this rugged route to give just enough care, comfort, encouragement to carry on (c) 2022 Sue Santiago all rights reserved
Seedtime Hope
steady now the birds collect twigs the trees bud with promise the grass stands vibrant the wind arrives gentle and new hang tight ©2022 Sue Santiago all rights reserved
Helping Hand
when i'm stuck lost in my world wandering along twisting spaghetti brain lanes i get caught in a loop need You to straighten my thinking, keeping me moving forward, teaching me to roll through a stumble to deliver some truth ©2022 Sue Santiago all rights reserved
Finding Inspiration
we writers sometimes poets players of words collectors of ideas pluck from the muck pull pearls string bracelets to seduce the muse ©2022 Sue Santiago all rights reserved
Confident Woman
She's every bit
the confident woman
Her clothes are pressed
hair styled, shoulders back, chin up
She has her purpose
mission-minded, laser-focused, prepared
She's every bit
the confident woman
Across the table sits
her mirror image in younger form
They sip their coffee,
click keyboards, shuffle papers, tackle to-dos
She's every bit
the confident woman
She instructs her daughter
in ways of life, of work, of world
Maybe a little jealous
her daughter's insight, strength, sense-of-self
Becoming every bit
the confident woman
her mother only feigns
(C)2022 Sue Santiago all rights reserved
Twelve Tiny Treasures
These twelve words written on my heart constant companions my hope and breath my anchor and wind Remember, I am with you Always Until the very end of age (c) 2022 Sue Santiago all rights reserved
My protectors sure wore themselves out and need some sleep. Maybe I should pop some popcorn. hehehe
Sue Santiago 