This could, possibly, go into a story one day–if I ever decide to actually write a novel, for once.

A poem of how a mother feels about her daughter.

For years on end you have pushed a boulder through life.

As we grow older, we remember the years that passed and treasure memories that we cannot forget; perhaps because of pleasant events that had taken place at some point during our childhood and the fact that our burdens were not as heavy, our wants not as acute, and time seemed to stand still as we wallowed in the sunshine of our childhood.

Fear is gone, defeated by peace.

I always find when things are going the most negative, something unexected and positive will happen like an angel is genuinely looking out for you.

Letter to Mom.

I love children and how they make me feel.

Silly a dog’s choices, she decided to be part of our family.

Protective uncle and secret lovers humor poem. A funny limerick.