My Poetry:
The Girl In The Choir
The girl in the choir
Raises her voice higher
People may stare
But she doesn't care
Her key is all off
The other kids scoff
Her teacher is ashamed
But the girl's not to blame
She sings confident
Though she knows the consequent
Her expression a smile
She knows all the while
The kids act so mean
Creating a scene
The girl in the choir
Knew the result prior
She is not to blame
For putting her teacher to shame.
Mother With Child
Mother with child
She holds him close
Counting all ten
Tiny little toes
Tears in her eyes
This is life's best prize
She doesn't sleep a wink
His face still pink
Proud new mother
Ready to smother
Her new baby son
Because his life's
Just begun.
Love Seasons
It can be so painful,
So dreadful,
So sad.
But yet so happy,
And joyous,
And glad.
So safe and so alone,
All this time you should've known,
You want it once more,
It's a spreading painful sore,
Scarring your heart,
Ripping you apart,
But you were so content,
Had no idea how much it meant,
To be wrapped in the blanket,
Of forever life's love.