Verse.

I started writing this about a week ago.

A poem written to express a mother’s sadness at how quickly her children grow.

When we are young, we are willing to believe that people are basically good and honest; that they would never intentionally mislead us. As we grow older and wiser, we soon discover that there are some real shysters out there. Hopefully, we are not personally involved with them.

Witty poem about a very special place called Utopia.

None.

A poem about a discount fairy tale.

When I was a child, I am fond of fairy tales. But things really changed. Fairy tales teaches us hopes, but false hopes—assumptions that can really give us regrets.

Haiku about the fairy tale Beauty and the Beast.

Love against all odds?