They say healing is in the forgetting, so I tear...
It doesn’t take much...
The owl came last night
it’s never been before...
You were more than a friend,
We were closer than family...
She was never one for churches;
the incense smells, clanging bells...
A sycamore tree, stands broad and alone upon a...
spring ochre leaves fall upon lush verdure...
on the other side of the world
I stand my post...
I would like to believe
that it was God by your side...
It was one of those beautiful
summer mornings...
Time turns her face from mine as I grow.
Friends fall away leaving cold gifts of woe...
Where are you now? (A poem about Dementia)
I’ve tried to find out where you go, when you...
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+ R.I.P...
This lifetime of empty eased up my cries
When I first saw love in your deep brown eyes...