A short poem about a rose in a house vase.

Sometimes you just want to get away from it all.

This is a poem about wanting someone, but you can’t have them because they are with someone else.

A Poem about a woman who planted unusual flowers habitually.

This is my first 2nd person story, be kind please.

This poem is about how do we feel when we do not have to go to work.

Unfortunatly this happens to me all too often.

We have all been in a doctors waiting room once or twice, so I wrote this little poem of how I felt. It is a light hearted reflection and maybe you do not need reminding (I chuckle to myself) but, I am sure you have felt like this too at some time.

Stating some info about his room.

R.I.P Mommy.