Her hair

so white, long and wiry

but she sees it as

exquisitely blonde and


Her skin

once smooth and supple,

is covered in crevices

and deepened paths that


her years of existence.

Her pants,

no longer securely

wrapped around her body,

displaying her fit curves

and desired shape,

loosely drags on the floor

and collects the dirt and


Her head

always twists sideways,

directing the sound waves  

into her “good ear”

to hear the spoken words.

Her hands

formerly strong and


trembles as she holds the

compact mirror in one

and the lipstick in the


She lifts the lipstick with

her shaking hand and

glides it over her chapped


She rolls her lips together,

trying to smooth the color

only causing it to clump

within the cracks.

She takes a final look with

her eyes that are

cloudy with cataracts,

into the compact mirror

and she sees exactly

what her memory allows.

She sees the girl she feels

within her heart.

The girl with the smooth

skin, luscious hair and

strong hands.

The girl that once was

and is no longer.


I Want More

June 2018

My daughter is graduating from high school this week and all I can think about is how I want more…

I want the swaddling days and the warmth of her precious body snuggled in my arms.

I want to smell the sweet breath from a toothless mouth after a bedtime nursing.

I want to see the face that lights up with the happiest of smiles when I reach down into her crib.

I want the rocking to sleep, singing her a lullaby and watching her eyelids ever so slowly close when her body finally gives in to release the dreams.

I want the baby scooting on the floor, dragging her stuffed animal and blanket.

I want the warm bath splashes, rubber duckies floating and bubble play.

I want the smell of baby shampoo and combing her thin wispy hair.

I want to wrap her wet naked body in a hooded towel and rub her back to warm her up.

I want to give zerberts on her belly and watch her roly little body jiggle with laughter.

I want to hear the sound of her giggles when the Mother Goose rounds the See and Say toy.

I want bedtime stories, forever tuckins and being asked to, “lay down with me”.

I want the stick figure drawings and the bodies with no neck illustrations.

I want the 3 year old tantrums when things don’t go so easily.

I want the obsessive and specific Blue Clues shirt wearing days, where no other shirt would suffice.

I want the clay art projects from school and the handprint Mother’s day cards.

I want the tiny soft hand cupping my ear as she attempts to whisper a secret.

I want the Santa Claus Christmas list and the carrots left out for the Easter Bunny.

I want the sundresses, sand shovels, arm floats and the lathering of sunblock as she fights to pull away.

I want to see the sleeping baby in my rear view mirror after a hard day of building sand castles.

I want the little party dresses with the shiny new black shoes and the vinyl purse to carry her giant pretend lipstick.

I want her little hands to touch my cheek when she speaks

my favorite word, “Mama”.

I want dance recitals with sequin costumes and forgotten steps.

I want choir and band concerts and the sound of the saxophone trumpeting so loudly that it scares away the dog.

I want messy partner based science projects and evenings booked for the school science fair.

I want the little girl picking flowers during soccer games and seeing the giant helmet on her head fall down and cover her eyes as she swings and misses the softball.

I want the blanket fort building, American girl tea parties and the matching My Twin dolls.

I want color coordinated headbands, side ponytails and tiny braids held together with colorful plastic barrettes.

I want to visit Sesame Place and feel her grip on my leg because she knows I will protect her from the giant fuzzy Elmo approaching us.

I want Barbie doll birthday cakes and Build a Bear parties with some serious eye squeezing and wish thinking, while blowing out the candles.

I want to watch High School Musical, The Big Comfy Couch, House of Anubis and Lizzy McGuire shows repeatedly.

I want the squeeze around my neck from her arms holding on so tightly.

I want butterfly kisses, tickle backs and glow in the dark, peel and stick stars on her ceiling.

I want…

I want…

I want…

So, this sadness that comes with knowing my child is about to graduate High School doesn’t occur because I am sad about the future. It simply occurs because I find myself mourning the past.

I am forced to say goodbye to a life that will never be again.

And with the mourning, comes a lifetime of memories filled with

the awareness of what I did right,

and what I did wrong.

It’s knowing that even though I am certain I did my best,

I will always want more for my child than I could give.

It’s knowing I can never go back to the past and redo any mistakes.

And even though I have heard for years how childhood goes by so quickly, I never could have prepared myself for what I would feel today. The emotions can only be felt first hand when it is your personal turn to mourn.

And now that my time is here, all I truly know and all I really want is…


More of the past and more of the childhood.

I. want. more.

But, because it is impossible to go backwards, I will hold onto my memories for as long as my mind allows me to and I will continue to smile and cry simultaneously over the childhood memories that we have shared.

So, I find myself brought back to 18 years ago to the song I would sing to her as a little infant in my arms, each and every night. As I hear the words repeating over and over again in my head, I know that I am left with no other choice but to continue to pray for her happiness and thank her for being my light for the past 18 years. It is time for me to step back, watch her ignite her future and allow her to show the world, what I have seen for all of these years, and just let her shine.

“This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine. Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.” Harry Dixon Loes

~Heather Lyn Freda



A divorce was something I never saw for my future.

It was like being torn open, and I needed  a suture.

So, I started dating again, as a grown adult.

Here are the outcomes and the basic result.


I once  dated a  man who woke up my soul.

He will always be remembered for making me back whole.

He was my first encounter after my painful divorce,

He made me feel like a woman meeting her white horse.


I once dated a man who was going through a similar situation.

We would spend hours swapping stories and having conversation.

He was my confidant, and someone I really enjoyed.

But he met a woman and any hope was soon destroyed.


I once dated a man who made me laugh non-stop.

His speciality was making yummy soup of egg drop.

His strengths were his desires, massages and jokes.

His weakness was being with a lot of other folks.


I once dated a man who was a crush from high school years.

Sadly, he had demons and often one too many beers.

But, I am grateful for him for opening my eyes

To an amazing group, which I will always have ties.


I once dated a man that gave me so much loving support.

My dad even drove me to pick him up at the airport.

We talked and laughed and we shared one wonderful evening.

But we knew it could never last because soon he’d be leaving.


I once dated a man who surprised me with riding horses.

We dined out at restaurants and ate many courses.

It was with great surprise when he cancelled our last date.

I guess he wanted out, and he just couldn’t wait.


I once dated a man who wrote and sung me a song.

It was so beautiful, and I thought we were going strong.

I was a bit startled,  when he said we needed to talk.

He told me he wasn’t feeling “it”, leaving me to take a walk.


I once dated a man who was extremely damn luscious.

He was gentle, kind, sexy and crazy delicious.

In a different world, and if we were closer in age,

I think  our story would have had a lot more on the page.  


I once dated a man who just wanted me to smile.

He went above and beyond,  always to the extra mile.

I take the blame, because my head wasn’t clear.

Timing is everything, I wish I met him this year.


I once dated a man who was my high school boyfriend.

For a brief moment I thought  we were meant to transcend.

But my teen wishes didn’t hold up to my single mom dreams.

At least this time when we ended, we didn’t need screams.


I once dated a man who I thought had hope.

But it wasn’t too long before we went on a downward  slope.

I made dinner, lit  candles, and thought it was THE night.

And then he never showed, so he can go fly a kite.


I once dated a man, that held my love for so MANY years.

Who caused me to shed an enormous amount of tears.

He said we were soulmates but then he changed his course,

And he crushed my heart with such a massive force.


I thank them all for the lessons that I have learned.

Some more than others, for I have been burned.

You might think I feel bitter, or even depressed.

But,  instead it’s all good since my feelings are expressed.


I have not given up, maybe there will be love one day.

It is quite possible by then that my hair will be ALL grey.

My goals are simple, my dreams are not complicated.

And I know that my heart can still be captivated.


But if not, its ok, I love my family and friends.

And I will keep smiling and laughing until the end.