Anticipation of a sky in bloom.

explosions of joy for some

a trigger of fear for the newly arrived.

We the people

are the country.

Independence for some,

not yet all.

Freedom calls us.

Our diversity, our strength.

open peaceful arms

one love.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

Happy 4th of July. May we find a way to live in peace.

Thank you

My poems, 32 Degrees and Bouncing Bullets, have been shared on The Drabble. This blog is dedicated to publishing original fiction, non-fiction, and poetic works of 100 words or less. If you enjoy creativity and concise writing this blog is for you. Thank you to The Drabble for creating and supporting a community of writers.  Through poetry we can calm our minds, share the human experience and laugh together to keep our sanity.

Make it a beautiful day.



What is the point of this adrenaline

if not to catch a falling baby,

escape from a lion or revive a drowning man?

Where can all of this feeling go?  I want a place for it.

A drawer, a box, a shelf, a treasure chest, the trunk of a car

maybe an large envelope to mail it far away.

Away from me. Where I am not the one.

Draw another name from the hat, surely she is stronger.

How am I to hold this prickling, burning weight,

vibrational surge, flaming fingertips?

Pressure builds until this little teapot

blows her steam.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017




How do you capture

a lifetime of fatherhood

put it down on the page?


Your voice in times of doubt

your hand on my shoulder

your cup always half full.


Yet, it wasn’t what you said

year after year that I remember most

you stood beside

you held up others

you lead with love.


You showed me.


Dedicated to my dearly loved father, Thomas Jenkins, who has fathered many over the years as an educator and coach. No words will ever be enough to tell you how much I love you.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017