A true friend is someone who wanted to be hurt and never to hurt, someone who wanted to save and not to be saved, someone who wanted to serve and not to be served.

This tells it how it is, hopefuly it will change with the changing times. To drive in this city you have to be very alert and aware of every movement around you, others just go full speed ahead and it costs lives.

This month marked the 5yrs since my grandmothers passing, this poem is my way of comfort.

A tree that told me about the passing seasons.

You are never alone.

You would understand me so much better if you could read my mind.

This was a poem I wrote about my first love, when I was fourteen.

Overwhelmed with tasks and inconclusions.. .

A comment to a berieved spouse relevant to the passing of a significant other.

This is a poem written in honor of a loved one’s passing.