Bedtime for young one Only tantrum in way Openly against any nap Ghastly face, a monster Enters, he feasts on Yummy children if awake Mother’s tale scares easily Afraid, goes under covers Now eagerly falling asleep
Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.