Why is it when I talk you can't hear me,
yet when you want to talk, I have to listen...
There are things
that nothing can replace...
I want to be a watermelon
and roll...
Freedom!
Freedom I cried from atop the hill...
When flowers bloom, I'll see you soon.
I'll be a bug in a cocoon...
I watch your waspish tendrils
Wend their way up high...
I wrote this for a friend of mine who struggled...
Daddy...
A spark of thought
in the midst of night...
Gazing at the pearls
adorning the sky...
Days until today,
we shared, once...
I woke up one night...
I'm so glad I deactivated Facebook,
to be back on here again...