Sunday, August 23, 2015

Crossroads--By Peggy Dugan French--United States


She’s standing in her room
A rare morning
She no longer lives here . . . just visiting.

I soak up her warmth
Watch her get ready for her day
Perched in her doorway, coffee in hand.

Light pours into the room
Her highlights glisten
I remind her she’s beautiful.

She smiles
Tilts her head

I wonder
Where has the time gone . . .

Peggy Dugan French is a California girl with Minnesota roots. She has enjoyed being the editor of Shemom since 1997. She has worn many hats over the years, but being a Mom has been one of her greatest adventures; she’s had the pleasure of sharing that journey with her best friend.


  1. Beautiful poem, I liked very much, mainly the last two lines.

  2. I love this poem, especially the last four lines. Nice work, Peggy. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!

    -MJ (

  3. Thank you Maurice, appreciate the kind words.

  4. I enjoyed: her soaking up her warmth.... nice line

  5. Thank you, John Polselli, for the following--

    Peggy, this is a very bittersweet and beautiful poem you've written. Such a powerful closing line that speaks volumes! Thank you for the experience.

    1. Thanks for your comment John, glad the piece spoke to you.

  6. Thank you, Richard Sponaugle, for the following--

    So true--where has time gone? Provokes excellent imagery, like I'm almost there.

    1. Thanks a lot, really appreciate your comments Richard!

  7. Thank you, Barbara Siekierski, for the following--

    A nice poem about remembering a daughter that used to live at home and moved out and have memories of her.