I wish I was there
to dry your tears...
Beautiful Mother,
please don't cry...
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...