A poem of dreams of a great life for a couple.

With a terrible scare, I have come to realize they won’t be there forever; so forget the bad, and fondly remember them.

Family reunions suck!

When I was a child summers were filled with siblings and make believe. We were pirates and pioneers, gypsies and jugglers. There were puppet shows and plays. The entire out of doors was our playground, from the train tracks that ran over a creek to the docks at the lake with rafts and tadpoles. In addition to firefly and toad catching, there was the summer vacation.

A family reunion on Heaven and Earth.

This is a poem about the happiness I felt when my entire family met up for a dinner. I am definitely the happiest around my family. Everyone has lives of their own and it is so hard to spend time with each other.