D. Santos
D. Santos is a primary & secondary school educator by trade, housewife by choice and homeschooling mother of 3 (soon to be 4!) children. In between the never ending towers of dishes, mountains of laundry and wiping sticky children's faces, she aspires to find time to read about writing and write about things she has read. She has a passion for Classical Education, relearning the art of homemaking and creating the home to be a sacred space that follows the Liturgical life of the Church.
Fields Where Freedom Grows
In Flanders Fields where poppies grow
Lines of a poem that I know
Today takes on a different meaning
To those who are divergently leaning.
'Lest we forget';...
Frost and Fire: A Lenten Poem
To have the soul of a poet Lord,
To have one that feels to the depths.
The gaping wide hole in my soul Lord
The sadness and...
Ode to the dishwasher
(On this Thanksgiving morning, you might enjoy this wonderful poem from a Canadian mother, on the philosophy, nay, the very theology, of washing dishes,...
