My twelve year old son,
Oh what have you done...

H...holding hands and feeling him stroke my
palm with his fingers...

I stare into the mirror and what do I see?
Surely that woman couldn't possibly be me...

Standing at my bedroom window, I gaze out at the...
The green pastures covered with bursts of vibrant...

Have you ever been in love that you feel like you...
Like your heart was shooting stars...

The cold, crisp October air assaults my nostrils
as I draw a breath in...

Fire, spewing from the depths of hell,
oozing from the portal of the Earth's crust...

It is dark and quiet.
The stillness of the late autumn night is...

Wispy blond-brown hair spills over from the crown...
The cowlick above his left eye never seems to stay...

There he sits, in his wheelchair,
hunched over...

The snow falls softly and silently to the ground,
My tongue sticks out to catch the flakes one by...

Here I am,
Sitting alone...