written 1998
Remember those days when they woul… How about those weekends with ever… Or what about way back when they f… And when they got older and all of… Those were the days when they had…
Deep in the woods, The snowy, frozen woods, With its beckoning trees, Shrouded with a thick lace of snow… There goes a wind,
Ear to ear is the toothless grin, Widened eyes take all the world in… Sparse fly away hair, soft on your… Alert, attentive expressions to al… Perfect little hands that grasp an…
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…
Far too many nights witnessed her… No longer does she dwell in the sp… She is just another house with an… Trying not to arouse you for fear… Keeping peace sacrifices private p…
Their lives are too short They worry too much They need to slow down And let time catch up The kids grow too fast
She strolled along a woodland path… Mother Nature had placed tiny blo… Sunlight laced the branches of the… And the dew glistened and sparkled… Wildflowers awakening as if from a…
Retro relics Shimmer in the sun Of this open market, Hold within a chainlink fence. Warm and safe,
The world’s getting weaker and wis… Her mother used to say. What’s going to happen to a people Who never stop to pray? Is there no hope for tomorrow?
The thin little girl had very curl… She had been alone all day which w… Other young ladies had sisters and… But her mother had died leaving ju… Her tired arms rested on the old p…
Why do the birds sing, Those beautiful happy songs Is it to proclaim that, Today is a joyous day Or maybe to announce,
The eyes are a deep set brown The nose lies flat across the face… The eyebrows are in question form As she critiques the form before h… The image seen
As she sits here all alone, Thinking of you coming home She wishes the door would open wid… And you would just step inside She has not faced that dreadful
They say the truth will come to yo… And he’s going to tell you about s… Almost any soap opera or any popul… Now, he know she hated him but he… Yes, she was the love of his life—
The faucet is still dripping. The Hourglass of Life keeps the s… From being what it wants most to b… A beautiful sand castle. An endless sigh is slipping