My mom is at the edge of tears
Every time the situation is mentioned
I have to be strong
Because she can’t crumble
I have to be strong
Because It’s my turn
I want to be strong
Because it’s my turn
I need to be strong
Because she’s everyone’s rock
I will be strong
Because I am her rock.

the sun sets quietly,
as if it’s tired of being seen.
I wonder if I‘d do the same
if I could.

Snow falling down
It bring beautiful
Peace to the world
Blanketing ti to  make
It sparkle and joyous

a restless jitter;
skin-deep promises, unkept:
no nails left to bite.

mind commits a crime:
renders the body unsafe;
the soul bears witness.

There’s a breezy wind
Down bridal path
Morning birds
Tweeting
Having a laugh.
Mr fox ambled by
With distain let
Out a sigh
On her branch
Mother hawk sat
Eyes her prey
A nice brown rat.
Rabbits and hares
Unregimented in
The field skittering
Around Without a care.
Roe deers appear
So aloof
Walk this bridal path
It happens that’s
the truth.