Maybe I was the ocean, come crashing in,
and you were the stream, undisturbed on a quiet...
I once stressed the sun
to the corner of your...
You're away like a season
or a lost minute and I'm...
Write me like a poem
that the world will read...
I am not dreaming of your footsteps Momma,
I can feel them as you walk, making memories...
Even in my childhood
days where kids would...
The scent of jasmine in a rush;
the sun gleaming heat...
Early morning sighs
of a cricket's mating...
"write about a mother's experience
raising a child with down syndrome"...
Don't worry.
Don't let me make you forget...
I wish I could
tie strings...
This is not going to be elegant,
nor polished, as sliver spoons...