If this was my last expression,
my sentiments would wrap willow trees around my...

And the children would grin as they danced on the...
below the soft blue cradling them with a mother's...

Your grin may be wide, my Dear,
but I can see that blackness in your eyes...

I only have everyday to live with my guilt;
I should have been there...

Silence
Memories...

The blessed mother nature has been
holding us in long dead limbs...

(another poem that sounds the same as another that...
One dead bird after another...

The integrity of a selfless indulgence plays in...

Our pristine eyes lock with dementia
outside the state of sanity, who had once...

Love is said to be great
catches you by surprise...

Hush little baby
don't you cry...

Encased in glass
for the world to see...