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To My Mother

Posted: May 3, 2017 by bayleelellis in BayleeE

gnarled fingers,

puckered skin,

weathered eyes,

alongside an imperfect soul,

bent, not broken


patches of missing hair,

a new journey,

a new normal,

a new life.


no matter where you are,

i’ll  be there,

i’ll always love you,

i’ll always care.


for that’s the bond,

as mother and daughter,

we share.

That’s Life

Posted: May 3, 2017 by bayleelellis in BayleeE

just when you think you’ve got it figured out,

it changes!

in an instant, you’re left clueless again.

questions replaying,

broken records.

you’ll never have it figured out

— that’s the  beauty —

forever wondering,

new questions forming.

just when you think you’ve figured it out,

you don’t!

that’s life


Posted: May 3, 2017 by bayleelellis in BayleeE, Uncategorized

Pale lips and crinkled skin,

complying with the doctors’ wishes.


The dreaded news hangs heavy over their hearts.


Hair loss, nausea, dizziness, and fatigue are just the beginning of the side effects.


She fights long and hard,

Refusing to be another one of Cancer’s victims.


She pushes and and perseveres,

and after many years,


She tells the story of her fight,


So full of pride!


She is a survivor.


Posted: May 3, 2017 by bayleelellis in BayleeE

You were always

A “daddy’s girl”

Until you woke up one morning

And he was gone.

You worried

That you were a bad child,

That it was your fault.

You couldn’t understand


He would leave.

Especially since you needed him


More than ever!


You needed help

Taking care of mother.

She was far too sick,

And you were far too young.

You resented him,


One day

You found forgiveness,

And mother got better.

She was healthy again,


Just like the autumn wind,

Another parent left.

You felt unwanted.

You felt outcast,

You felt like a let down,

You could never understand,




One day, you realized

That it wasn’t you.

You realized

How wonderful you are.

You took your losses,

And transformed yourself

From a scared, fragile little caterpillar,

Into a bright, beautiful butterfly.


You were no longer held down,

By resentment,

You were now free!

Like the wind.

But still alone —


A Liquid Moon

Posted: April 20, 2017 by bayleelellis in BayleeE

A liquid moon, 

Triggered by the solstice.

Sheets and feet of snow,

Frigid days and arctic nights. 

Thoughts, mourning, and sleeping,

Locked inside my room,

Silently weeping.

A loud cry for help.

Loneliness, a dear friend of mine.

Here comes a familiar liquid moon,

Triggered by a new solstice.