written 1998
Faithfulness and trust equals love… Just like Love is a dove. Be kind, gentle and true, Your days and nights will not be b… Your life together is what you mak…
The colors of life seem to Fade as they disappear into The mind and reappear in Their soul. The more colors There are the redder the
Although boys constantly deny Excursions; For girls having Indiscretion Jades Kismet’s luster.
What makes a Mother? Is it giving birth? She thinks no… She thinks she is that tireless fe… The one who stays up with you all… She is that indefatigable individu…
Life is full of wonderment It is full of inspiring sights and… From the tender grace of a kiss To the seismic rumblings undergrou… Within this selfish orb they live
Misconceived, She was misconceived A mother grieved... And she is left without Still searching for a safe
’Tis well that she cannot foresee What lies “beyond the bend”— For she could shrink in dread and… At what this life would send. It’s been a year of changes, Lord…
He heard of the death of his frien… Her husband called to tell him she… He, the man who’d barely known her… And who had always made it clear h… Because of certain unspeakable int…
Woman who watches Her life from the sidelines Pleasing but empty A tearjerker sometimes— But after the show,
It is a cool and breezy night—the… Caressing her ears. Her heart yea… He’s the most beautiful man she’s… He is strong and gentle, all at on… His lips, so tender, steal her bre…
What goes on in the underground? Beyond and beneath the warm, Serene fields of neutral conversat… Inside the hollow caverns, down In the dark tunnels where
The Oshkosh B’Gosh overalls A trademark of your own The acres of farmland You’d always call your home You taught her “Oh Susanna”
She often has dreams of them being… Being a family again, happy and sm… Once, they had that, and it was gr… And now it’s gone, she thought her… Often, these visions are even bett…
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;
Disarray finds its grace lain upon… Hamlet, shall no one touch your sp… So shameless your name like the gl… Your purpose finds no voice, but o… Your words, misshapen, looking to…