Grieving Mother

A Prickly Bush

A little girl Walked out on a trail In her father’s farm. Jumping joyfully In her frail subtle charm She checked all shrubs On her way Some smelled nice Others meant to be kept away She chose some rosesFor her homeLeft all prickly bushesTo be thrown Many years laterI found her againSitting ...

Fourteen August…

I closed my eyes As the tears started falling An angel came close, smiling... I am here mom! I am everywhere, as you say. I know left too soon... But who stayed here forever anyway! All those teenagers sweating at the gym All those kids running in the park.. They are all me... Only I was just little dark... I opened ...

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