In days of young and past,
he shone bright with his smile...
It's not my place.
I can't help but fume...
I miss you, I miss you
I miss you...
Your poems they glow
And your words kindness show...
What is there to remember,
the smell of death or the fountain smile crowded...
Rosemary’s Baby
Rosemary’s baby is a baby of mine...
I Don’t Care.
Would my father have left, if I was not born...
Nudge my knee
"Love you sis."...
Where ever i go,
my happiness and Patience been low...
You may have lived outside
Some lines of understanding...
Seeing to this sprout
With tender, loving care...
What I Miss is what once I thought I had.
F is for future that holds beneath us...