Hmmm…..this ones a bit dark.

To Remember.

A poem that is actually done, but my actions are not.

Poetry.

This poetry speaks how beauty could lock one’s eyes and eventually forget everything all else. My friend desired to see it; I didn’t. He died five years ago but his memory is still etched in my memory, fresh and ever new.

Wrote this as word of encouragement for me to move onward.

A short story of a young girl along a creek….

Learn to appreciate what you have, and who you are, and don’t dwell on the things which bring you down.

I could never forget you.

Memories of my mother sometimes come to me in thoughts of regret.