written 1999
The hitting has gotten too hard to… She just sits in the corner and cr… She tries to think of what she has… She wonders if other children have… Bruises cover almost every area of…
She longs for spring In waiting to see What her garden will bring Tired of seeing trees Without leaves
It costs so little to make Some heart happy each day! Just one kind word, or a smile, A touch, a glance. You may be surprised when someone
The little one never forgets to st… And pick flowers for a pot To give someone very special indee… Whether it be all bloomed out or j… They clutch them in their little h…
Her creamy white skinny hand. Twirled around, molded tightly Into Papa’s pudgy mahogany finger… His rippling laughter pulsated Slithered into her juvenile veins
One of the most curious and enjoyable aspects of poetry is that a poem often summarizes a thought, an experience, or an emotion in a manner that cannot be equaled by prose. Perhaps that...
Every day there are new broken dre… Killed by he can’t and you can’t. Broken hearts and ambition line th… Like clouds line the sky, Left there to refer back to as ano…
As he walks, alone, wondering Not knowing where Approaching a fine strong frame So new, Standing alone Waiting for someone to cross.
The Truth as she sees it Is not in the past A dance that stepped The Truth is Dancing and singing
She was a lost rose She wonders where she’ll end up She hears voices within She sees bright days and rainy one… She wants to be somebody
He will always be there When you need someone to care. He will always be there When you are in despair. He will always be there
Kind words can wipe away a tear Softly spoken will erase fears Kind words can heal the wounds Gently and patiently said—morning… Kind words are a blessing to the b…
Days in school were very hard. Ways to make him “right”, they tri… Wrong, is how teacher said he wrot… Long hours they drilled on change. Hide his talent, was all he did;
“The whole of this afternoon, for… To dally among the flowers, And I shall recall some lyrical v… For these hours. Shall I tell about Helen of Troy…
She’s trying on a newly found adap… One that she never knew she had— It must have been in storage— A fluid dress, she thinks she like… As she bends over backwards