Poetry

Saying—–

Whether many or few Sometimes embraces are shared Or kisses or clasped hands Sometimes smiles are brave And eyes are dry But people hate to say…

Lost You

How can I mourn you I never knew? By the time I was old enough to know, Disease had already changed you. I was whisked away by circumstances, And I chose to be away later, after you passed…

Labor of Love

A groan of anguish seeks to escape— I barely contain it. Why, why, WHY Why does it feel so broken? This was to be a joyful reunion, A celebration of the fruit of many years— Yet here is heartache in the happiness…

Forgotten

Have you ever been Simply Forgotten? Sitting Like a dusty jewelry box On a shelf, Waiting To be remembered, To be meaningful…