The thing left undone. (April is poetry month. New poetry number thirty.) 1- I told my children. Never leave with anger in your voice. Come to my home and we will talk. No… Continue reading
Fool’s gold. The irony of life, we learn too late, we can’t have everything we want. I remember you, a breathtaking beauty who listen to my words, my poetry. You held my hands… Continue reading
My greatest regret was you Loved and lost Dear lover, my beautiful love.Honey, sweetheart and my love.Where are you now?Once we drank the Long Island ice tea and laughed at the midnight moon.You… Continue reading
Fool’s gold…. The irony of life, we learn too late, we can’t have everything we want. I remember you, a breathtaking beauty who listen to my words, my poetry. You held my hands… Continue reading
