Professionals all
fifty years past private school...
Pride
Ends...
Memories come to me like a ghost;
finding my way home through Skid Row...
We were raised by your many hands
To hold and guide us all...
Forget me cause You left and my son is growing up...
I sit there and I tell him the truth: I say son...
Under a shadow
and the rooster’s crow...
When we looked into the horizon, so deep
and sunken into the setting sun, we could...
I wonder how awkward Father’s Day is for you.
I mean...
She was a true Russian Princess
every hair in place, each seam perfect...
Thoughts are just running around my mind like a...
We were inseparable and the best of friends we...
I have a friend that I care for so
deeply my vision of us together...
You say your fine but I know you better than that
so you go through the darkest of days...