written 1998
So now, you say, you are fifty-fiv… And that you are all grown up and… And you think you are smarter—wise… (Yesser! that is just what she was… At what age do they learn right fr…
The barn door hangs open, the hors… The occupants now a doe and her fa… A few crumbling bales of once sun-… Make moldy straw homes for field m… High on the wall on a big rusty na…
She eternally sleeps, Forever seventeen, In the ground Beneath Poseyville. Just a face in the crowd
Oh what spell of magic could he we… Were his pen a magic wand, a wizar… Oh spell of joyous laughter sounds… For powerful’s the magic just one… But,...whwhaWhat’s haHappening he…
They fall in love without knowing… There are no words spoken at all. There are only words spoken with t… Though neither one knows what is h… Their hearts float from the bodies…
He knows of a man who was so proud… Now this son wanted to follow in t… He learned how to race bicycles an… He then learned how to race motorc… Always this son followed his dad,…
She has watched you grow since you… First breath... she will continue… Her death... They have shared the… Pleasures and their pains... They… Enjoyed their lives and material g…
Remember him when the sky is dark, And clouds hide burning stars. Think of him as the rain rushes To touch his skin, and trees Dance around him through the wind.
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
Like the rivers of a long, lost wo… Tears flow. The misery of the anguished and th… The banished Relinquish their thoughts into the…
“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?”
Wandering aimlessly thru this maze… Intimately afraid of the darkness,… Reminiscent of the things, yet to… Standing in the sun, as the warmth… Crying with the thunder, as flashe…
Her creamy white skinny hand. Twirled around, molded tightly Into Papa’s pudgy mahogany finger… His rippling laughter pulsated Slithered into her juvenile veins
The helpless newborn baby cries. Distraught his mother weeps. Adoption separates their bond That they may never meet. The birth mother ever grieves her…
Finally She lost herself In the sunrise The brilliant pink Azure blue