Category Archives: Revolutionary Poetry and Writing

My Daughter’s Daring Gift: Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet

My darling, dying daughter is daring.
Willing to explore her feelings,
able to express her caring
through the pain and suffering she’s revealing.

Though she fears loathing and ridicule,
she loves unseen others more.
By exposing her personal fire’s fuel,
she’s guiding sufferers to a hopeful shore.

Today someone who she’s never met
was lead to read her writings.
As my daughter exposed experiences we’d rather forget
she gave another hope to keep on fighting.

Sometimes a greater love for another just means
we don’t have to die; we just have to be seen.

Written after my daughter wrote in her blog Milla the Night Baker
and someone responded at 5:06 a.m. on October 8th, 2012 saying how her writing was helping.

Arguing With God (Part 2): Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

“Oh, no! That’s too young!”/
she said. “So, you will argue/
with God’s own Prophet?”

Conversation with Mom’s friend after President Monson of the LDS Church said male missionaries could go on missions at 18 years old, and women at 19 years old.

No Poetic Expression: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I write. A lot. I was trying to write a long poem to read as a toast to my oldest son and his new bride (aka my newest daughter!). Nothing came to mind. Finally, I realized this:

No poetry can/
express how I feel gaining/
a daughter like you.

Or (because I realized to applied to each of my children):

No poetry can express
the joy felt having children
such as you all are.