You are the one I adore.. Love you the most. You are the one I care for the most. You are my world.. My happiness.  My strength and no thank you will ever be enough.

Poem 3

For sale, black leather baby shoes, worn, cracked, aged. Twenty-five dollars, found in a tourist shop among patriotic towels, candles and soaps, all over-priced. Forgotten by the buyer, unknown by the feet which wore them so long ago. Where is the man whose mama carefully…