This poem kinda makes the word Recovery into a funny meaning! Written by E.B. Wilkes.

As I grow older, I ask the question.

You never stopped searching for love.

A family affair.

A short reflection on the medicinal properties of sleep.

Completely wrong.

A poem about believing in our Father, "God", and things that he can do for us all, and praying to him.

An original narrative written and edited by myself. A simple piece about a young boy and his brother searching for the murderer of his parents.

This is dedicated to my nephew, Joe Ginem, who fought off a rare bone cancer and now shares his story and talents with all those in order to help others with cancer. His story can be found on the internet. He is a man beyond his years.

All treatments do not result in a cure.