I have seen an old woman Sitting in a rocking chair The warmth of the desert sun Shining on her through the front window Surrounded
Tag: Hope
Hand of a Stranger
I may smile at you But it stops there I don’t have much To give you Some words Nothing much at all There are spaces
From This
So much dropped Along the way Dreams Too heavy to carry Weigh us down In every attempt To move forward Till one day We wake
Spark to Flame
One spark, of many To catch the kindling Barely smoldering I hold it In the palm of My hand Do I remember How to do
The Morning Breaks
The clock rolls on, it’s 3 a.m. Wondering What am I doing here Through flickering light And another cigarette Alone, again I search for words
The Leaving
My little girl pleaded for me not to go. That was the hardest moment of my life, looking down at those big blue teary eyes,
The Stories In Between 