A Flower Bloomed
Went hunting today, ‘twas me my girl did bring Slowly pacing through lush green of Spring. Our senses sharp at
Tag: family
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If you and she are going to start a life Don’t forget to bring the stove Wishing now alone that
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Returning home quietly within my dream Stepped out of my cloud looked down the hill To see my mother and
Christmas Mourning
Tiny steps eager cross the floor
Wrap the night we sleep no more
Christmas 1995
A kiss to each a memory saved of Christmas now
Mothers and Fathers
murdered off by life, excruciatingly fast, and so beautiful