Bleak

Words bring thought Stir conscious Envoke feeling Stir pot Ruminate in my meloncholy gut The sky in northern Iowa now ‘Bleak!’ Great word Poets friend Sculptors knife Medium Chunk of wood Canves Vocabulary Intination Cadence All returns like humanity to dust Yet sift through ones we love We are more then dust Uncle Norm wasContinue reading “Bleak”

Mother’s love

Bullied to change a will Lied to Inside mom knew Mom always said ‘I may forgive but I never forget!’ People will see Mother’s love Stronger then other’s Hate!