Two flavours of life
such beautiful opposites...
Not teaching my kids
to mimic but nice to hear...
the roses in your cheeks faded
changing colour...
Holding on for dear life
Waiting for the storm to pass...
My eyes are propped with matchsticks
I haven't slept for weeks...
You were almost four
when I came into this world...
A Raven-ous croaking;
echoes of haunted...
Hearing children laugh
As they play with...
It appears, at least to me
That child-bearers who have passed from this world...
My best friend for 16 years
My loyal companion and protector...
Between realizing our dearest hope
or facing a disappointing outcome...
The sun could not out shine
how much your smile brings...