Kittens dance

Glide, slip, hop, glide, Ricochet rounds bends, Ponce where others jump, not unusually, Sophie does it best, Full of gleee, full of wonder, Like a ballerina, Grace never alludes her, Soaring like Iowa eagles, Cressing table tops, Never will my little girl roam, Inside kitty like her sister mom and uncle Black, Maybe one dayContinue reading “Kittens dance”

Poet I am

Write I do Read with a purpose At sixty-two I always shall This is who I am Craft my love Carve words errupt Form from tears Leaving peace in my heart Poet Am I Writer lover of groups of thought Was asked tonight if we wed would she have to tip toe around me? IContinue reading “Poet I am”