Written in response to Robert Hayden’s: Those Winter Sundays.

A poem about parents and the bad ones.

You only get two shots at a parent-child relationship. When you lose a parent, nothing can ever bring that back.

About a child who over heard something her mother said and her reaction to it.

Written for all the heroes who have touched my life.

I grew up in 1960’s England, at a time when the world was changing very fast. My grandma was my link to the past, while my parents were forward looking and full of life.

Hello world, here’s Daddy’s GIRL……..

Warren Pryor by Alden Nowlan and On Children by Khalil Gibran. I am not the writer and take no credit for the citations.

A short poem about the kind of person that is there for you, even if it’s not in the physical sense.

For my 19 year-old daughter.