Tired, weary, worn out,
this day filled with misery...
Stirred the cobble, tried my best
From host of one, to many guests...
A preceding thought comes.
Thoughts echo like a song hummed...
Saturday night, country girl puttin' on her city...
Short leather skirt, boots shined to the nines...
Adolecence
it its best...
My little boy was killed today,
By a fast moving car...
An acrostic that spells out "Happy New...
Harken as the snowflakes fall...
Embedded faith polishes
rusty dreams, infusing...
Tiny fingers, tiny toes...
little itty-bitty clothes...
She walks into the street
for the first time in a while...
Wild and crazy, carefree
running with abandonment, full of glee...
---------------Love
----------we search for...