A little poem just to have fun.

Inspired by his cute black kitty named Sam, I wrote this piece with Ken Bultman.

I saw a woman driving today and thought it was someone I knew. Back story, as some of you may have heard, is that I went school with this “fine thang” (try saying that with a redneck accent and it should be comprehendable) and that after three years of having no interest what so ever, she randomly pops in my head. I won’t go any further, but I’ll finish by saying I don’t know if it was her, as its snowing where she’s supposed to be situated, and to be honest, have been seeing a lot of people in exeter who look a lot like other people I know… Freaky.

What did they do to this beautiful creature, so full of love. Where were those playful eyes, that I use to look into when she was here. What have I done?

No matter what happens to you, it does not have to affect your heart. This poem took me over four years to write. It is part of the Dancer series.

About reliving our youth, enjoying the time when we should.

The cleansing destructiveness of fire.

There is no love that surpasses a mother’s love and when Mom has a life threatening illness it causes one to take stock, and when she recovers, praise God.