1/30/2014
A VERSE TO MY MOTHER
Lovely patterns
she knits,
on threads of
complex lives.
My mother
weaves great;
her hand hard
yet beautiful.
1/19/2014
LOVE IS A SAD LYRIC.
Of unrequited it would be;
one unaccomplished act.
An aching poetry;
Though truth, one sad fact.
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