(The original date this was written is unknown-my best guess is in 1993-94) Momma’s love their daughters, Daddy’s love their sons; But who loves the ones Who haven’t anyone to love? Who knows… Are they somehow forgotten, Or pushed out of the way? Who knows… Do they lead a life of confusion And bitter loneliness? […]
Category: Poetry
The Dead Are Still Alive
(Written August 7, 1994) One is never really dead even when pronounced. Never could you know of such a thing as this Unless you have laid your hand upon the dead. You can feel their life and yet smell their departure. Never raise your nose in disgust for they will know. And never curse them […]
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I Remember
(Written February 27, 1994) What, you ask, do I remember of my mother? I remember the way she once was when I was just a child, Our family conversations in the bathroom, the aroma of fried chicken, corn and mashed potatoes on Sundays after church. What, you ask, do I remember of my mother? I […]
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I Am
(Written in 1994) Way up high among the clouds in the deep blue I am an eagle soaring through the sky With natures wind beneath my wings I fly upon the mountain top where I am a single aspen among the mighty pine Yet because of their great height I am but a bush trying […]
