The stairs. My brother randomly said this as he was coming slowly up the stairs. I give all the credit to him.

I am glad we are not over.

Pet peeve essay

An original poem by Ann Climaco.

I was moved to write this after watching a documentary about him.

A dialogue between the maid and the guest.

A neglected baby is always to be understood as gift from God and should be loved by everyone from heart.

Dream from 7-4-10.

Off the poetry prompt At The Top Of The Stairs on Write, Market, and Design. Also dedicated to my wonderful Fiance Troy who I will be marrying in two weeks from today

A deep poem on relationships – how they come and go, and when one is over there is always a next.