Oh pain that in me reside,
Won't you leave my loving heart...

This darn fear that through the years
has been tearing my heart apart...

When love arrived and settled in my life,
I did not feel an earthquake move my ground...

You want to be a flower - red or white,
just like those roses in the pots of clay...

With pen on hand, I wrote my heart on lines
as Nights came walking, running with my Days...

Have you ever felt lost? Not the type of lost...
I mean the type of lost where while you type, you...

Oh mother gracious!
What is this...

It is through you, my beloved, poetry
that I have found a universe...

I lost my voice...
when my fingers stopped typing on a keyboard...

There are plenty of ideas
for one to explore alone...

Life is an ice cube
floating in this glass of Earth...

I'll never be a pillow under your head,
easing you to sleep at night, right mother...