The sword I hold is simple,
each swing often denied...

A voice came to my head
to say some words for me...

I said not a word
but I wanted them dead...

Each snowflake is different
in the sky where it fall...

Important, a person
to the time of day...

A mom raises her young
and with nurture share...

The daffodil
with heightened stem...

Storm clouds above,
raindrops beautify...

Red roses and hope
I am eager to give...

Be aware of the good
in times of sorrow...

A woman afflicted
with a rare blood disorder...

Lord be the rain that wakes me
when caught in a bad dream...