Hello, shopkeeper, I’m just dropping in I’d like to return this please, And here’s the slip of my buy-in.   It’s something I bought, When it and I were still new- Everyone clamored for one, So I thought I had to get one too.  …

With the tantrums she threw, Why really, nobody knew. When all that she had, She was about to lose. But every single time, Love came to her Rescue. With all that she knew, She never really grew. With all that she said, Darkness was all…

Dear Freckle Face (A Letter to My Former Selves)   To the six-month-old hardhead who felt the need to prove your independence by crawling off Grandma Peggy’s mattress and connecting with the hardwood headfirst….. being first at everything isn’t always a good thing.   To…

You are older now a lot of time has passed, months years maybe even weeks and or seconds, since you last read this. 12 what a time what a year the first love, first loss, first death and suicidal thoughts, first fight, first lie, first…

  in those so-long-ago     days oh.     how felt born to dance with you i know     none      of those dance-dreams jiggled in you nor   loosened arms in tingling      wingling circles      about your hips   nor tilted the slight      quiver of a mouth alight with      unspeakable savor…

poem 11 Dear little girl in a broken world that is fighting to dim your starlight, don’t let them hurt you or steal your joy just love them and show them what Christ’s like. -h.e.m.

Campfires rage in a steel cold night. Coffee by the fireside and music that is right. The hush of the fog makes everything else stand still The moonbeam through the fir trees make the darkness more real. Just inside the cabin window there a canteen…

Poem 9 The Giver of knowledge, Of love, Of truth, The Giver of Age Of wisdom, Of youth. The Giver of Life Has given me all. He paid for my sins Through His death On the cross -h.e.m.

Let me in, darling Don’t lock me out I lost my spare key Took you for granted Let me in, darling A second chance Dark wolves encircle You are my safety

Enigma Who are you? I still have no clue. Together for five years, I should know you by now but you’re my enigma.     (A shadorma consists of six lines with the syllable count of 3/5/3/3/7/5 respectively for each line.)