I wish,
but at least,
when they boo
me to the corridors
Constantly a cluster
and yes, a *******,
but the day gives me tonight
a steak served raw serves me right.

Your eyes had all the intricate details,
a throbbing wash up of a shore,
a child gives push to the little sail,
and the lump in my throat,
is ministrant to your tail,
to your being of so fragile,
You're the eyes of this slow,
we just met so some-how.

Author -  Ryan Geoffrey Hayward
With his allowance of it.
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And within her silent breathe,
I held my head to her heart,
and no words could ever be said
as the silence ripped me apart......
when the thumping's no silent roaring
RIP my beautiful mother.


Author -  RGH
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