written 1998
“You know the old saying,” he said… “The sparrows flock together, the… Then he turned to her and asked wi… “Which are you? The sparrow with… The beautiful beak?”
Hate surrounds their lives. It is in what they say or do. She doesn’t relish living this way… ...How about you? There must be something they can a…
She has never felt frustration so… Her body reacts so violently to on… Vehemently screaming “why!” while… Bomb. The world seems so overwhelmingly…
Her friend’s long skirt makes plum… She lies here listening to the whi… That sends its ancient answers far… And tries to pull their meanings i… Elizabeth is bending near the shor…
They cannot hear Love’s words thr… Yet, they celebrate & try to inter… Song. Believe that without their creator… Exist.
The sun comes up and lights the sk… He hears birds a’singing and child… And flowers bloom all the live lon… But as the wind dies down and chil… He knows it won’t be long before t…
Listen... To the sounds of the children’s la… Echoing in the distance. Little boy on the bench, why are y… With tears in your eyes?
Their love is like a garden In need of tender care, And she must guard it lovingly For buds to blossom there. For love will keep on blooming,
Riding a pale horse, Death is not a hooded skeleton. Scythe bone-knuckled gripped, Sockets wide as lunar craters With stars flickering in their dep…
Aunt Maude Anderson, her Auntie, Wrinkles carved in your gentle fac… Where children’s exploring paws Once found a place— A place to feel warmth of sun and…
Did you know that you were special… That Love chose you to be, The Grandparents of an angel, That soon again they’ll see. You loved her very much,
A splotch of veridian, A hint of cerulean blue. One long streak of burnt sienna. The painter dabs The palette
Pain cuts, The jagged edge of an Ache in her throat... Makes her hurt; As she begins to feel
Happiness is found in special mome… Spent with good friends Looking forward to happy times That will be shared in the days to… Comfort comes in knowing
To be going to school, at this her… At a thirty-five! She MUST be… To have to work, work, work, And study, Oh! so hard. Where teachers, students, and staf…