Accepting me as I am
Judging not what I have done...
My number one.
Writing poetry is difficult, specially on request...
Written for my dad
We did everything together...
I'm lying here alone crying.
Thanks to *You* I dream of dying...
My family is my life, not just a little, but all
My son, my daughter,and both my children in law...
Nobody in this universe could ever spell
'supercalifragilisticexpialidocious...
These hands of mine, are worn and done
the math they held, was more than some...
Two flavours of life
such beautiful opposites...
Not teaching my kids
to mimic but nice to hear...
My eyes are propped with matchsticks
I haven't slept for weeks...
You were almost four
when I came into this world...
A Raven-ous croaking;
echoes of haunted...