Which path to take?
The time comes
when it doesn’t matter anymore
Have we behaved so horribly we’ve made you hide your face?Never wanting to see us again, never…
In time of rest I cannot find quietfrom my mind’s questions and torments
A Poem about my 3-year old son
Words pushed behind a wallof stone and masonry,shut up and dammedso no one can ever see
He called me Ma’amwhen I was walking through the door
Walking through a glass shop, do you step carefully or push through?
Quick, kiss me goodnightI know you must sleepovertime will wake you earlyon Saturday, but…