The Locket
I found a wooden box way back in mama's closet...

It hangs on a nail, with no need for a shelf
Displayed in glory with no grand stories of wealth...

Dirty Little Secret
Remember our little secret I promised not to tell...

Her Momma passed in childbirth
when she was just thirteen...

Pieces of "her" linger
nested in the beams of this house...

Gushing oil and twisted steel
Our wildlife put to test...

Freedom of speech
Be careful what you say...

No salt filled tears do fall
Only leaves that seldom shed...

Close my ears, shut my eyes,
No learning I succumb...

May the joy of memories past
drown your times of Sorrow...

Only God Can Judge Me
The wicked wait for me to self destruct...

Tap tap tap upon the door
Who could it be at this hour...