Geralyn Miller : Writing

Answering Service:  Child Abuse

Answering Service: Child Abuse

A Poem by Geralyn Miller


Calling early Sunday morning, before the sun rises; says "The kid keeps whining, and the fever is 105." (Been 104 for days.) He's one year ol..
Answering Service:  Be Kind to Laura

Answering Service: Be Kind to Laura

A Poem by Geralyn Miller


The info card is very sad, It says, "Be kind to Laura, she is only four; she gets very lonely since the divorce.. Never let Laura know, her Dadd..
Answering Service: Closed-Funeral of Son

Answering Service: Closed-Funeral of Son

A Poem by Geralyn Miller


Did it matter to the Mother, or even any other; that we wished we were there; that we really did care? That our hearts cried out, for her in her ..
Answering Service

Answering Service

A Poem by Geralyn Miller


Buzz, Ring, Whirr! "Thank you for calling!" Click, Clack, Ding! "Good morning, sir, it's 8AM." "Your name and number, please?" "Post 6 to Base . ..
Past Into Present

Past Into Present

A Poem by Geralyn Miller


I wish you were no one, and I was the same; no past to hinder us, no one to hurt. Reality intrudes, we must make choices. No matter the path ..
Heart Harbor

Heart Harbor

A Poem by Geralyn Miller


To touch, to hold, to keep, ----Heart Harbor; mist deep. Keep me safe, far from harm; heart whole and fancy free.
Ghosts of Columbine

Ghosts of Columbine

A Poem by Geralyn Miller


Yellowing newspaper clippings recall the anguish of that day in Littleton Colorado. Smears of ink awaken the Ghosts of Columbine. Cassie ofcoura..
Pretty Story

Pretty Story

A Poem by Geralyn Miller


It would be so easy to fall for a gentle embrace, gentle look, gentle kiss. So easy to love a soft caress, soft word, soft promise. So e..
Night Friend

Night Friend

A Poem by Geralyn Miller


Night velvet time, dark and peaceful; darktime. Gentle time, passing nighttime. Homecoming----- creature of the night. Darkness is a lover ..
Lost Princess

Lost Princess

A Poem by Geralyn Miller


She dances to silent symphonies in lands that never were; clad in silken draperies in manner olde and fey. She waltzes lightly 'cross fairy rings..