I was born as a kite..
Created by skillful hands...
My infant statue nurtured like a miracle prayed...
And when my past stood sturdy like a teacher of...
TO: MY DAUGHTERS
Please don't weep for me after my life is done...
Chalk drawings of hearts, flowers and animals
line the sidewalks from the little neighbor girls...
New. New music. New visual experiential choirs...
My ears enjoy the sounds of Newly strung...
Sitting in silence,
hands folded in front...
2010.
As she blossoms from my nucleus...
Hell's Bells
Friday 13th...
Their shoulders were bent
with troubles that were mine...
May the new year
Bring these wishes to all of you...
Happiness keeps You sweet, Trails make You strong...
10...9...8...
It's close to the end...