Poems

I always wanted to be a big sister Life graced Me with being a big sister to “My Little Big Brother” “My Little Big Brother”

I don’t want to spend too much time Thinking about those who have gone On before me They all left their little snippets of wisdom

Jason Jerome Hawkins 11/27/1987 – 7/31/2021 Sitting on a bench, 14th street & West Side Highway New York Etched in bold lettering is his name

I wish you lived down the street! On days like today we could share This glorious October breeze in The same perfect way. Sipping on

Buddy Attick Lake – Greenbelt, MD I feast upon the sights and sounds of this place That beckons me in the early mornings of summer

Photo by Jeannette You think if I wish long and hard enough that I could just skip over that day on the calendar That day

“It’s hard to turn the page when you know someone won’t be in the next chapter, but the story must go on.”  Thomas Wilder Last

I always wanted to capture that image created  Through words or through the lens of a camera  I settled for trying to write it out,

Thoughts flowing nice and easy for a change Can’t hardly deal with all the trembling sensations that scream to be released Trying to control the

Last night I had visions of the last conversation Between you and me. I saw all the days of our lives fade in front of

If by chance you think that I’m suppressing a part of you that needs to be “out there”, then I think that maybe I shouldn’t

An empty house  Except for the discarded beer  Bottles that spill out over the  Trash can  A stained, worn-out couch sits in the corner Of