My brother had a milk run
at the age of eight...
A poem for Dad
Mankind, the human race, the earth floating in...
So I see you sitting there at that table
Wondering if I'm on your mind...
Family sets our earliest views of humanity,
tempers the timber in our voices...
I am a girl who makes sure of my every decision...
I have never regretted anything in my life...
Sorrow, o my love,
take me into your arms...
Your words embrace
the loneliness that always...
Here I am again
Reminiscing old memories...
I know you see, that I fight and I fight.
I resist the urge, daily, to revert to type...
A broken flower, dying without water
A spoiled child, knows nothing about respect...
Hand-holding, shin-deep amongst a gathering of...
that were tickled by the night breeze, as though...
Looking up I see nothing but blue
A mysterious landscape painted for view...