Under a pile of grief,
anger sits without a voice...

Why do I miss you so
even though we're close at heart...

The delicate morning yawns
awakening the world with her beam...

Your words, a frozen picture in the dark leaves my...
Your smile, once a bed of welcome in a chaotic...

Missing from my sight
the only one who can see through...

There is a visitor who comes to each home
his unwelcome appearance is not a healthy sign...

You surface without announcing
understand the depth of my feelings...

A mighty tree how she stands so tall and proud
her limbs stretch out almost caressing the clouds...

The man who lives
between my penned lines...

The
night is...

Softly
as the world sleeps...

A mother's love can't be made or shaped
and kept in a showcase for us to look at forever...