One man has canoe
guided by man with Vision...
In a rocking chair at the window
she was left alone tired...
Everyone, your front door friends
and my own back door companions...
You'll never know what you truly did for me
You help me be complete even when I was lost...
Is it shock, disappointment, anger, or all three?
I decide it’s all three as tears sting my eyes...
Always the shoulder to cry on, the ears that...
The wide eyes that see all of your impulsive...
If I was one thing, I'd be a candle
Lighting the way so you can handle...
I am an adult now, mom..
But this is still really hard...
Dear Bouquet,
I wrote an entire book...
The words here
F l o w...
Songbook hearts warble nervously
there once was hope here, in a space...
For him
For her...