My feelings for my sons.

Poem.

This is like a sequel to the My Brother poem, but where that was written by
a preteen this is now written by an adult.

A growing poem about man returning to the plant kingdom and giving it a new being.

I wrote this after going on a field trip with my son’s pre-k class. I noticed a boy, probably in the first grade from another school, and these words came to mind later that night. They weren’t necessarily inspired by the child himself, but more by his mother, whom I believe was called to be his mother and protector.

This is a poem about two sons who are pleading their parents to stop the fighting and fussing and start acting like a real family.

When your life has been taken from you, how do you get it back, how do you find a reason to try?

Mazotoichi™ "Perception is whatever you want it to be."

A poem and a message for my two sons.

We think we are special sons and daughters, until we learn there is nothing new under the sun.