We suffer a loss……. Make an attempt to access the cost ……..and try to figure out how we will pay…. Either our math isn’t right or we have lost sight of what our loss was really worth……. We brood and accept defeat……By surrendering to our part……. We miraculously are given a chance for a new…

My sister cares for me though we have different Mothers…….she likes the fact I’m a little whacked that’s why she can relate to me she’s matter of fact no doubt about that and she always shoots straight with me…… I never wonder where’s she’s coming from….. pretty plain to see we have a special love…

The Poet died when what you did…….. didn’t match what you said….. the poet died when he realized you didn’t know him and he left the door unlocked and open…… the poet died when he adored you and gave you his heart and you either forgot it’s value or never assigned any value to it…

Don’t kid yourself…….. you are never alone… there are shadows and they are hard to see in the daylight and a little easier at night…… shadows walk …. They bend…… they laugh and the cry…….don’t believe it? that funny feeling you get sometimes that someone is walking beside you or in front of you…… because…

I heard your sobs and I saw your tears and the moans that originated from somewhere else….I suppose I will never know your pain of signing your children away……. But your pain was sufficient for me….. You can’t imagine that it was the best thing to do, I’m not a mother so I don’t know…

Stopped at a street light …….. the wind lifted you from the road……and you skipped along and pirouetted and twirled….. and I watched a natural ballet unfold. Other leaves surrounded you,  circled and strode, but you were the lead and it quickly showed…. I watched as the troupe was driven from the stage.. And you…

Well…… let me see… I suppose a Turtle is a way to describe me……. For I carry my home everywhere I go……. My home my heart…… filled with an abundance of gratefulness for the gift of life and all the wonderful things that come with it…. It’s a sad day that the Turtle can find…

He’ll make room if you want to go…….. say a few words and mean it…….you’re on your way some folks don’t believe it and turn away…..but I’ve been to hell and there’s got to be a better way so I read this old book that is always new to me and life continues to unfold…

When I was young I was often stopped in my tracks and encouraged to reflect on the things that I passed that reflection raised questions in my mind and now that I’m older my heart drives me to find……those answers why do people think as they do? Why do we say things when we know…

My school is the world around me…….. the streets…… the neighborhoods….. the parks……the people that I cross paths with. I take it in and chew on it…. describe it……feel it and pay attention to how the contact influences and affects me. I’m in it not around it……….could never imagine testing the temperature of the pool….…