Friends will come and friends will go
Some you never really know...
Your words sting my heart
and imprint into my mind...
Son I'm writing this poem
When you at my waist...
known quantity bereft of quality;
a name of little beyond its letters...
She's not pretty like most girls
Of course, physically she'd have you entranced...
A violin string calls
From a chord pressed...
I see all of me in you
Blue eyes, fair hair, full lips...
A get-together on Sunday past
Dinner eaten way too fast...
I was logging in
Facebook I had a...
I sometimes wonder what life has been about
Maybe I'm just too old fashioned...
Memories replay
Inevitable bad days...
Mom, your love is a mystery:
How can you do it all...