Public Poetry. The Garden.
MY HUSBAND BUILT A GARDEN SMALL AND QUIET PLACE HE WORKED AND SLAVED FOR HOURS HIS PAIN SHOWED IN HIS FACE HE TOILED WITH LOVE AND...
alive
My Poetry. Remembrance.
It’s the outbreak of War humanity is scared a time for hurt no one prepared. Marching Soldiers Machines that kill fired upon people shooting at will....
My Poetry. He went away?
Always helping others a loved and cared for child no one he knew around him Where off the track, or wild. If you needed any chores...
My Poetry. An ode to Lee R.I.P
For Amanda De La Haye This bottle I give is full of light, it will not scare you In the middle of the night.It will burn...
William Sinclair Manson