Tasha Miller (September 15,1971 / Weatherford, Oklahoma)
Tasha Miller Poems
A fatherless child was born one day. She never asked for this life, but it’s hers, anyway.
Most have two grandmothers but I’m not like the rest. I could have only one, so The Lord gave me the best.
My dreams are like an echo, flowing through the air. I can't catch them as they go, but I know they are there.
A Reason For Their Rhyme
With smiles on their faces and a tear in their eye, they pour out emotions so their hearts won't die.
In her dream, he is there. He holds her and loves her and he really does care.
A Death Occurred Today
A death occurred today. The suffering was long. The death was preventable but the heart wasn’t strong.
I Can'T Write
As I sit in bed tonight, I wonder why I can’t write.
I see broken children, I see them all around. They never get built up, only kicked to the ground
I say this for the little girl, the little girl inside. I know we had a dream but our little dream died.
In this lost world I live in sad despair. I searched for it forever but it was never there.
I see you there out of the corner of my eye. I can’t turn to look, you might solidify.
I love a stranger I love what I don’t know. I love a stranger, since a long time ago.
I have something to tell you, something you don’t know. One day I will heal. One day I will let go.
Basketball (For Devyn)
In a world of football and baseball, too, basketball, is all I want to do.
My dreams are like an echo,
flowing through the air.
I can't catch them as they go,
but I know they are there.
Everytime I scream,
another comes along.
It is like the bad chorus
of a never-ending song.