Literature

Thinking we were the first
Only to find the feathers of our kindRead More →

All I know is she’s forgotten the names momma gave
She gives me that look when I call her, Hannah
She insists she wants sweet names,
Some honey I have to daily add to her, yes HoneyRead More →

I watched from the highest heights in the white
Right to the deepest deep she was in the blue
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Now the epitaph is prepared
Yet the legacy is just born
His impact will be living on
The memory will not forget

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