A Thousand Scrolling Faces

I sat and watched thousands of faces
Scroll in memory of them
They were young
They were old
They held their babies in their arms
They held each other
We watched and I wondered
What brought you to this place?
What heartache?
What pain?
What tragedy?
The smiling faces staring back at me don’t help me understand.
We gather, standing, holding our breath
Waiting for our loved ones face to come on the screen.
They’re gone
They are not coming back to us
To hold
To cherish in our arms
To watch their children grow
We are the ones left waiting
Wanting more for those smiling in the scrolling pictures than they wanted for themselves
I’m broken
I want to know their story
I want to know why
And then I see her
Holding her breath
Camera poised
To catch a glimpse of her son
He can’t be missed
Never forgotten
None of them ever will be
The tears come for what we wish could have been
What should have been
Heroin destroys families
Hold on to hope
Get help
We love you
We miss you

“All I wanna do is make a difference, some way, somehow….maybe create a few smiles in the process.”
Christopher Holland 10/16/85- 3/7/2016

Hibiscus Girl

Hibiscus Girl

Radiant sunlight
Strawberry blonde hair glowing in the sun
Hot pink cheeks in the Florida sun
Humid, sticky
Run & run, play & run
Aussies nipping
Birds chirping
Beautiful hibiscus flowers
Hot Pink
Dainty fingers choose hot pink
Huge grin
Proud moment
Outstretched hand
Hot pink hibiscus, plucked before me
Sparkling eyes, love brimming
Memories created & flash
Off again
There she goes
Aussies barking
Poop on shoes
Hibiscus flower tucked in
Strawberry blonde hair glowing in the sun

Jeni McCreary

She was only 69

She was only 69

Blue eyes, button nose

Cute as the dickens

Cancer an unnecessary end

To a life that was precious

and beautiful

She saw the potential in anyone

And anything

“Fake it until you make it”

“Let go & let God”

“You can do ANYTHING you set your mind to”

“You are a King’s kid”

Were all common mantra’s growing up

Painting & art were her stories on canvas

Unique & flamboyant

Orange- was her favorite color

Radiant like the sun


Everything “Just So”

A place

A space

5 were better than 1…. in anything


Sloppy Wet Kisses

Long Naps

Snuggled up reading books

Fiercely loyal

Perfect hair, Perfect makeup

Turtlenecks & PJs- her favorite things

Tucking my hair behind my ear

Back rubs

Her sneeze

The best laugh you’ve EVER heard

Oh my God, how I miss her

But she’s with you now

Pain free

Dancing with her Savior

Ravaged by cancer too young

She left us on a Monday

Holding my brother’s hand

She was only 69

Blue eyes & a button nose

She was mine & I miss her

Keep her safe God

Until I see her again

*In honor of my Mama, Christene Smith Kulze.       11/27/1944 – 8/5/2013

Not Untouchable

My first published poem
Titled, ‘Untouchable Rose’
Created for the life you led
And here I am today
Looking at beautiful roses
Dying & wilting
You’ve been untouchable
For almost 5 years now
I can’t see you
I miss you
I need you
Everyone needs their Mom
Regardless of age
And time
Ugly cried
All the way home
Hard workout
Triggered repressed
Grief in missing you
Grief in my now
Grief for a future
That feels fuzzy
I’m sorry for judging
For not understanding
I get that you did
The best you could
I wish I could hear
Your voice
Listen to that laugh
That was so uniquely
I heard your voice today
So clearly
“Honey…you will when you’re ready”
You always believed in me
My dreams
My hopes
My writing
My forever champion
How I miss you
You were never
An untouchable rose
I just didn’t get it
Like I get it now
I see your beauty
I smell the wilting roses
And cry



Crashing waves
Sunlight splinters and winks
A warm hello
Puffy foam floats on shore
Kids scream in the ocean
Sand pipers scamper
Fisherman making use
Of the first day light
How small we are
In comparison to this
Roaring ocean
Salt air enveloping a warm hug
Seashells wink and hideaway
The horizon is hazy
But soon
The sun will brighten the day
And light the way
Beckoning your future
But don’t forget to love
Your now
Not just your one-day when
The ocean roars on

Jeni McCreary



In a moment
Of madness
Bones splintered
In rage
Fingers swell
Her rings glimmer
To stop shining
Reflection of a life well loved
Cared for
A boxers fracture
Rings wrap an unnecessary
Fighting the status quo
Her grit
That moxie
To save a finger
And the memories
Of the rings
A life lost too soon
She tugged
With all her might
Bulging over both sides
Slice like razor blades
By the rings that
Held her finger captive
Tears pouring down
Her beautiful face
Blood splatters
No more
Never ever
Say you can’t do something
You can do
You set your mind to


Nothing Saved

We are made from the same cloth

You and I

We struggle through the day-to-day

Knowing we are meant for more

But life is hard


Emotionally taxing

Energy depleted

With nothing left to give others

Let alone ourselves

Or to our destiny

Our soul taps its feet

Arms crossed, staring glare

This is all we’ve got?


We wake up undone

An urgency

We have no idea

What to do or where to start

We hunt and search

For all the wrong things

Wrong avenues

Wrong directions

Feet still tapping, same staring glare

Like a drum

Urgency thunders within

But we spin in circles


Left alone in spooling thoughts

Is this how we’ll be remembered?

A life semi-lived?

Soul staring, head shaking no

If we die today

Have we left a mark?

Of a life fully given

Nothing held back

Refusing to settle for average

Did we give up on ourselves?

Did we give up on God?

Aren’t we warriors?

Legends who decide

To rise up & push forward

Leaving our life with nothing undone

No regrets

Urgency channeled

Through Him

Nothing saved