A LITTLE DIFFERENT

Thrilled about having a baby

Like most people…

And as I wait for her in the woods.

I stand with the silence of the trees,

Before You Leave

A Poem

N. Mozart Diaz

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A Dream

As I stood on the threshold of a morning,

Dead of Winter

A Poem

N. Mozart Diaz

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Heavy

There are no colors within me
but something blooms.
It has taken root in my gut
and matured in my chest.

A Love like Home

Sometimes I look at her
and wonder what went wrong
when all we wanted
was to share a love
that felt like home

When

A Poem

By: N. Mozart Diaz

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Air

Who are you sneaking up on me
Playing with my hair
You gently brush past my cheek
Slowing and steadily clearing the fallen
Sweeping a place for the new to grow.

The Hourglass

There are so many things you wished happened differently
that so many things didn't happen the way they did.
but darling you can’t…