My name is XXXx. I love myself.
XXXX is six and want to share mommies articles.
I took great joy in composing this with my son. He is always so interested
in what mommy is doing on the computer.

About my beloved father.

Uhh, yeah me and my dad.

A text about my dad! He died when he was 49 years old.

February 26, 2009.

This poem is on my father. Written after he left me in alone in this world..

A poem for my daddy.

I grew up in 1960’s England, at a time when the world was changing very fast. My grandma was my link to the past, while my parents were forward looking and full of life.

I grew up in 1960’s England, at a time when the world was changing very fast. My grandma was my link to the past, while my parents were forward looking and full of life.

A humourous poem.