written 1999
He wants what you want, their face… He can’t understand you Why put him down He started his life at the tender… You started in your youth
Can centuries melt into days, When into soul, these eyes will gl… Where islands meet And flames consume Any air
The old year is gone, the new year… Now if they could only make pain d… Every time she sees someone smile… She can’t stop thinking why must c… Dreams of spring flowers and happy…
As spoons in a drawer She has her pillow sleep And when her head falls From burdens deep It’s her pillow she finds
...She gazed out her window there’… Drifts on the stair. With her nos… Time as a child, oh how she though… Christmas comes to her mind, full… The house is all deckled with tins…
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;
Oh, she wishes that she could fly To hover in the sky. Be close to you, her Lord, Under your caring and powerful eye… Only then would she feel as free a…
She eternally sleeps, Forever seventeen, In the ground Beneath Poseyville. Just a face in the crowd
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…
Another season has come to pass; Another page in the book of her li… Too many years apart have passed b… So many harsh lessons to be learne… Thirteen years since that fateful…
She tried to paint one of your kin… Intrigued by the art-deco lines of… Homage or art. Kneeling next to y… At how strange a creature you are.… Short and sleek like a dalmatian’s…
Remember, Her brother When they tried to play The awkward phrases, Precious, for what they so loved
The time they have will never end. A dream of hers that will begin. A heart and soul that will soon me… From when it was torn in two. A cry for help that’s finally been…
Their lives are too short They worry too much They need to slow down And let time catch up The kids grow too fast
Where flowers bloom all year long, And the wind sounds like a beautif… Where bluebirds sing, And a tingling stream flows, A country of dreams where nobody k…