My Son Saved My Life.
I look forward to seeing what the next generations do for themselves, us and the world in the coming years. At 14 my son saved
I look forward to seeing what the next generations do for themselves, us and the world in the coming years. At 14 my son saved
When I grow upI won’t grow old.I’ll grow strong.I’ll grow bold.I’ll say thank you when someonesays something nice.I’ll smile, flip my hairand won’t think twice.It’s
Dreams,our penultimate lifeline.Small dreams.Big dreams.Everything dream in between.Dreams appear asthunder and lightening.As a rhythmic clock ticking.They follow us, whispering.Dreams stand in front of us and
Rules a publisher gave me when writing poetry: 1. Don’t rhyme. It’s out of favor. 2. Left justify. Don’t center. 3. Get away from themes
The first appearance. Chill in the air. The purity of each little flake. Frozen perfection. How it tumbles from the sky and lands in sublime