Sleepless nights,
Age showing through now.
Arms speckled, hands too.
Skin so thin it wrinkles when touched.
...
I woke with a start
At the sound of the paper
Plopping on the drive.
A brand new day,
...
O God, these are dark days
And we are feeling despair.
We see and feel so much pain,
O Lord, we come to you in prayer.
...
The Poetress
I have a daughter
Who is a Poetress,
I love the poems
She writes!
Her mind is always
On the high plane,
Nothing she writes
is trite.
She wraps her mind
around others
in a warm embrace.
She is my youngest
And I love her to pieces!
happy birthday Mama! I love you and your poetry.