19 Years Young

I love people, real events;real stories. This poem I wrote for my mother. It’s more so fitting to be published now 5 years later (since that’s how long it took me to write the squeal, but you’ll have to wait a little longer for that, what with editing and such) on the day before her … Continue reading 19 Years Young

I remember

Today you are being late to rest after your untimely death. At 29 years old you are gone too soon. This poem is just for you, plain, simple and straightforward, just like you liked to see the world. I will miss you and I will never forget you. Watch over us my angel… Continue reading I remember