To all our brothrs and sisters who have made it this far, cong’s.

An ageless tale.

This is a small little card that I wrote for my sweetheart for her birthday.

Second of the b-day poems.

Happy Birthday.

It was a bright cold day in April and the clocks were striking. I rose from my bed and drew the curtains. I was expecting George to arrive shortly.

Happy Birthday of Son…

A short birthday poem in modern prose.

I just became an year older

Guts steer me to be bolder

The year has become but a second

All those hurdles, some soft others tough for me to respond

Has been but a great teacher.

A tale of a life lived with love.