Fighting the good fight against this caning.
My poor body I am draining
Stretching my reach, straining my mind
I try, I try- -up- -up—I climb
...
Ev'rybody ain't meant to shine,
Some of us got's to keep walkin'
'dat line.
...
Pitch Black Dark
Days, no existence
I walk & walk- -
For miles- behind me
...
Children are a blessing, this I know
My sons are my life and I love them so
I am here because of them, this
You can believe; they are my rays
...
I love to write. I am a mother and grandmother, student working to earn my BA in English. My plans are to finish and begin working towards earning my Masters in English Literature. I wish to someday be an excellent writer. But for now I will just accept good. I love reading poetry and writing poems.)
Beautiful Sylvia
Her words were
Warped—silent
Yet strong
Got tired of living
So she- -moved on.
Inspired by thee
So beautiful & free
No longer here
The Lady be
She’s gone into
A poet’s realm
No longer tired
Frail or pale
She’s left this world
Left all this pain
She was a pearl
I wished my friend.