I hate birthdays
i have only had a few...
Mothers Day is almost here.
I hear your child give a cheer...
A St. Andrews cross that bore thirteen stars
Pride and Heritage, written in memoirs...
Triple Jasmine
A flower, a bird and me...
My guardian angel, only one it could be,
Sent down from heaven to watch over me...
A plan of doom
A plan for war...
They walk down the aisle
hand in hand...
On frightful Halloween night
I have letters loading in...
I sit here and think back
To these past four years...
The three witches went walking; as the sun went...
Dragging their spell cauldron; the little black...
This year our old lives end
And new ones start...
Here we are in our graduation robes...
Remembering our mischief schemes...