Through breath of lavender,
rain freshly fallen...

She sat her withered self beside his chair,
tenderly held his wrinkled hand in hers...

An aspiring cook, experienced as you are
You plucked my heart fresh from its roots, its...

I linger on the margin
Never empty of scribbles...

Never did he tell me,
that life would be this way...

* Note: This song was written to teach sixth grade...
One day I was thinking...

* Note: This song was done to teach boys in a...
Chorus (x2...

Under a modest blanket
a family of five...

As I explore, and run with my mind
To the era of our forefathers, our blood...

Writing about her who is me,
has always been a cloudy mystery...