Writers Week: Late (poem)
I was late, too late to see her. I saw her in my front. Standing there in all her beauty. Her hair…
I was late, too late to see her. I saw her in my front. Standing there in all her beauty. Her hair…
Hi everyone! How are you guys doing? I hope all is well as we continue fair with this global pandemic. I know…
Vanilla, Caramel, chocolate.Flavors all sweet in taste.Each different from the other.Each different in a shape.Common flavors have their common difference.Size, color, texture-All…
Think of you when I sleep, Dream of me in your sleep. Think in your dreams you are going to heaven. There…
Hey guys! I have not uploaded any of my personal poems to my blog (I’ve mainly been uploading my mother’s) in a…
A new poem by my mother, Mrs. Glory Tataw: Deep in my heart.
Each day-each hour-each minute we are apart is a lifetime, an eternity. Thought of you flood my mind with desire, and, at…
I will always have in my mind what you mean to me. You are in my mind the whole day through. It’s…
Exciting news about a new writer who will be appearing on my blog.
I am in color. Pinks and purples of the quiet moon sky.Blues of the ocean and seas.Browns of the children and roots…