This is the last time I will tell this story.   I need my mother’s love.   I knew this all of my life and It is still true today.   I need my mother’s love.   She was beautiful and I would have told h

  What do you want? What is it you want? As your amethyst eyes Slither over my face Paw my neckline Denting my nonchalance My demeanour so cool – You’d swear I drank milk.     What do you want? What i

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me, And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we've no money for

Freeing myself from within is a huge job for me.  I have been working on it, on different levels, for decades. Still, I find comfort in words that, at once, reveal and guide me through the seemingly

  Thank you for allowing me good housing, warmth, ample food, healthcare and good health.   Thank you for my eyes and having the ability to see without them. Thank you for my ears and not needing them

She was not afraid of DeathTalked about it like the weatherI want to die quickly and in my sleepShe made her requestAnd she did It was her heart thatkilled hergenerouspassionateactiveangrydramatictale

Once was a redheaded boy named Ken, For a horse he did have a great yen. Mother and father he begged again, To ride the wind and fight the bad men.   Now Ken he wanted to play at war, Just like they d

A dog I once knew named champ, About the world he did tramp. Never for long would he stay, But to the moon he would bay.   He marked each and every post, With each conquest he would boast. Girl’s name

  There once was a Woman on the Verge Whose dreams were so bright, they did surge Untethered by rules Her friends were her jewels And together, their hopes would emerge   The Woman on the Verge was na

SILLIE  MILLIE   Sillie Millie couldn’t stop, Atop the clothes she would plop.   The dryer made a warm nest, She did make an awful mess.   All the clothes covered in fur, Amongst the socks she would p