Could you? Could we?
Could you? Could we? Was a beautiful Michigan Summer day and I held her hand. We walked the circle at Lake St. Clair and she asked me. Could you, could we? Outrun the… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Family
Seconds in time.
Seconds in time… A Poem by Coyote Poetry What would we say to the people who were kind and generous to you? To be able to say goodbye to the loves one’s who died… Continue reading
The shadows.
The shadows.. (A poem to remember my dear sister. She left my world and I miss her voice.) My sister told me. You have changed and you saw too much shit andyour mind… Continue reading
She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me.
She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me. 1- A Summer day…The birds were singing near me.Lake St. Clair was alive and dancing for the children.The sun-kissed my face… Continue reading
The healing, the sunflowers.
The healing, the sunflowers.. My grandfather loved his garden. Now I became like my grandfather. He loved the roses, the wildflowers and the days of Spring, the days of rebirth. He told me… Continue reading
The day is gone, and the darkness is here.
The day is gone, and the dark nights are here. I never liked the month of December. I seem to lost more than I gained. Once , after a war, I returned home… Continue reading
Bounded love. Till my last breath.
Bounded love. Till my last breath. The moment I held you. Sweet child of mercy. You brought hope to my sad heart. Your laughter, your smile. Now each day. I look forward to… Continue reading
Bloody anger.
Bloody anger. Sometimes I want to hurt someone. Smart and wise-ass faces tempt you with comments and useless words. People with no kindness or loyalty for anyone demand your time and duty. Tire and drowning in personal… Continue reading
The Texas two-step.
The Texas two-step.. 1- A pretty gal asked me to dance in Belton, Texas. I asked her. Are you a college gal? She smiled and she told me. I am thirteen and I… Continue reading
A safe harbor.
A safe harbor… I saw her sitting alone on a park bench. She had a suitcase near her and she watched the sea. She was a pretty girl with sad eyes. I went… Continue reading