Sipping a cup of tea with Miss Milly when the wind chill Plummets
It isn’t what you give me or where we live It’s the way you listen, understand and encourage me
Freedom does not come without a cost Without spilled blood and loss No freedom isn’t free It takes courage and bravery. Independence Day would be but lost memories If not for our military and their families. So please proudly stand with me and thank properly All those […]
I penned this poem during a nine-month stay in Johns Hopkins Bayview Care Center (from November 27 2003 until September 9 2004), while doctors tried to get my 104 plus raging fevers under control. IV pain medication kept me woozy as I drifted in and out of sleep. I […]
Hues of crimson, amethyst, orange, and gold
I had a dream. When I woke up, I penned this poem.
I just got out of the hospital last Wednesday