She left it on the kitchen table Then went to grab a bite When she came back it was gone She knew that something wasn’t right. She went back to grab her drink She didn’t know what to think It was not where she left it at She blamed the…
She asked her mama Who loved her so “Is it alright for me to go?”
It is the usual way of each of us To wonder if the passing year Saw the best of us.
People will come and people will go Much like the melting of snow.
When you wish upon a star Think about where you really are Is there ground beneath your feet? Do you have enough to eat? Wishes come from everywhere Some carelessly tossed here and there Wanting things before your eyes Wanting riches to the skies But somewhere a wish is sent…
There once was a woman who lived in a shoe She had so many relatives; she didn’t know what to do Her sister got mad because of something she said For the first time, they didn’t talk before bed. Her brother had too much to drink And opened his mouth,…
There is a small circle in which I live Back and forth we choose to give Never a question about your need Our tribe, sharing the same seed.
Shiny and proud, the color of red The most beautiful crayon in the box, some said Used to color rainbows, roses and lips Used so often she rounded her tip.
There are many things that you can take Which don’t belong to you Possessions and choices, just to name a few.
Marching in a rally, gathered for a cause Fearful of assault weapons, causing me to pause One loaded lunatic can mow down several souls Vowing to make a difference, going to the polls.