Poems

I Was Made

    - For my Nona I remain seemingly alone, unassuming, on a fringe lush and tender. Day-by-day cars whizz me by; as strangers we remain. The world of smiles and laughter, youthful chatter, bouncing life - like Eagles flying, unstoppable, dynamic - and life passes me by. Children take hold of my branches bare,… Continue reading I Was Made

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