“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words” – Robert Frost


In the wee morn hours

He will read my many posts

It’s something to do


"I'm Always With You"

Mama don't cry
Remember me as days go by
I will always be your baby

I may be gone 
from your arms
But I will be with you
Forever in your heart


You’ll always question 
Where I am, what I’m doing
Because you live with
Obsession in your mentality
Pondering what I’ll do next
What I’ll say next
That is your quandary
Keeping you from progressing
With your own life