Everyone has a story. Well ill let you see mine.

The loss of a nephew that we never got to meet.

This poem is written in a "conversational" style, these are my pure thoughts about the acceptance of a talented poet, Sheila B. Roark, to The Age Begins Books, and about two backstabbing childhood friends.

For you.

Life can be here one moment, and gone the next…

The feelings, thoughts and event leading up to one of the worst news a pregnant woman dreads to hear she has a stillborn baby inside her.

A stillborn child and the doctor who had to attend to the baby after its birth.

A letter to my stillborn brother