Give honor to your Father who is call dad surely the Lord will bless you.

Life would not be possible without my parent. This article briefly explains my roots.

It can be so hard to say goodbye.

I wrote this in 1991 when I was about 17. I have resisted any temptation to "improve" it. It’s a short poetic story recounting a real event in my life where I realized that I’m just not a killer.

A prayer. Cancer is an insidious monster.

Limerick.

Dedicated to my beloved late Father…
Lisa Marie Mottert.

Children are the best gift on earth. Let us mold and make them grow. In return, they’ll bring us joy and pride than no other people can take from us.

This is a poem I wrote in honor of my past. It is based of facts of my life and what I feel.

A doctor entered the hospital in hurry after being called in for an urgent surgery. He answered the call ASAP, changed his clothes & went directly to the surgery block.