for Jo.. .

I know, been there, done that, maybe even been that. I know, that frown, I had it, maybe even welcomed it. I know, it’ll stay, pain strong, maybe even stay long. but dear, with time, must forget, let go of the frets. I know, this you, is not you, you know, it is true; and … Read more for Jo.. .

Completing life..

How can I put a word, to what excites my muse? For what inspires me, might be to her, a ruse. With each tear of pain, she writes but of hope; she writes but a future, how with pain, to cope. With each smile of joy, she writes of its cause, when inspiration sings, I … Read more Completing life..