Born in sun sign cancer
your feelings mostly tender...
Nudge my knee
"Love you sis."...
Stars crinkle under our feet
bouncing off the blades of moonlit grass...
My sister is a warrior
standing tall and strong...
Tenderly reaching down to meet the hand upturned
Scooping up a vision of happiness...
In every bouquet of flowers
comes that very special one...
I Don’t Care.
Would my father have left, if I was not born...
I listen to your heartbeat,
As I lay my hand on my tummy...
Rosemary’s Baby
Rosemary’s baby is a baby of mine...
What is there to remember,
the smell of death or the fountain smile crowded...
Your poems they glow
And your words kindness show...
I miss you, I miss you
I miss you...