Organza
Does anyone know what organza is...

Each
Feeling...

Living up to your name,
Even to the end...

Mothers Day is almost here.
I hear your child give a cheer...

The first anniversary is the one,
That tradition says is paper...

Pimple on my ass.
Aggravating to no end...

You sulk and leave the room at night.
I'm asleep when you return...

She stood at the edge,
Pondering the deep uncertain darkness...

So very happy on that night.
The night that you were born...

Raking Leaves.
Yearly ritual...

Revolving Doors
Caught in the spin...

Piercing eyes dart out ahead.
A glint of fur, I'm sure its dead...