Child

George informed me that words are wind.

That’s often the case, yet I sit here hurt again.

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Childhood Disability. Adulthood Catharsis.

Part I Annual Reviews

As a disabled child...

Mommy always called me Gypsy
after Gypsy Rose Lee.
Seems I loved high-heels and jewelry...

Mother, Dear, come bathe my little head I'm growing very weak..
Mother, Dear, let the drops of water...

Through the blinds, shackling the silvery glow of a distant icy moon
leaks the meerest glimmer of...

I remember just a couple years ago,
Not a sight of the white snow.
I was standing in the...

My Son

Couldn't wait when your mommy told me
I'd have a little buddy soon
Did my...

This is a poem of a girl called Shelly
Who was 7 years old and addicted to jelly
This poor...

I'm ashamed of who I've become,
once filed with ambition and hope,
hope,
a fragile...

we where born with the same mother

a women of pure and tender love ,

but for twenty two...

Lil air filled pink balloon animals fly around

The clowns dance with their sad faces

Sweet...

I have chosen to take down my poems for personal reasons. Thankyou for your kind words and support

I have chosen to take down my poems for personal reasons. Thankyou for your kind words and support

The breeze fills up your loins, in the hot of the summer, under the southern willows

Right down the...

Fragile little thing
So easy to break
Careful youngling
Don't let it fall

Take...

Let me tell you a little story
Based on a little girl's life, and I guess in the end she turned out...