Tammy Poem by Dean R M Almeida

Tammy,
there are sonnets about You, sitting, under a pink-red sky.

there are voices in the heavens who speak of You often.

there are moments of doubt, and then there are moments with You.

there are times I am confused, and then there are times with You.

for everything You are, and everything You do; I am glad You are You,
i am glad You are You.

- DRMA