This poem I have written for my youngest son ,as...
For 2 years now you have helped me...
Ceaselessly guarding your respect and esteem
I wait for endless chances to serve you...
An infant
2 a.m. feedings...
I smile and weep upon a year
Which to my present is past...
It was the week of the phone
in my hand, holding...
I love November's.
Only because Harlea's birthday...
If I were to be
Would you want a boy or girl...
I'm deeply touched, by the gentle halls,
the passion walls...
Gabriel the teddy bear was,
was handmade by my Love...
What is this after me?
A green monster that I see...
Pretty girls spinning,
Stars up there shining...
Man so many poems
So much truth yet...