The great discovery of releasing emotions through poems have been a true blessing. Thanks to a wonderful friend who showed me the way!
I'm not good with words
Nor am I with the language
But I dare write poems
Only to impress another
Landing as a poetess
Neither knowing the idioms, nor the phrases
How to correctly punctuate, or to rhyme
I write ...
When an angel returns to heaven
With despair we question why
For she goes back to where she belongs
Twas a blessing to have her with us
In the early hours of the day
When mind is pure
Soul intact to the heart
The path I choose needs time
Patience and determination
Difficult to take and painful to endure
Discouragement and hopelessness along the way
A fable of a fain fat fairy with fair feak in fine foulard follows the fad for fandango.
Her flair for fabulous fashionable finds, enhances her feminine flame that flares ferociously.