Was a good day. Baby Mia was born.. (She is three now.) I told the hateful man. Life is more than us. We are what we leave behind. My fourth grandchildren was born… Continue reading
The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I do remember you.. When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know. We have few mentors and people who shall… Continue reading
Hands of stone A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love make our hands of rock, soft and tender to the people we love and care for Hands of stone… Life is hard. Gentleness is… Continue reading
Some days are better A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem about life and a good day” Some days are better… Old age had taught me.Bad days become less painful.Struggles make us solid people.… Continue reading
( We learn too late to listen. I lost one brother to suicide in 1988 and one brother in 1989.) Silence and listen… Old man sitting alone and he is talking to the… Continue reading
Coming home… I sat in the plane from Philly. Heading to a place I ran away from.1000 days ago, I wanted war, new places and better ending. The splendor was war wasn’t so… Continue reading