The world I see
Is colored in red.
I know, I'm the monster
Under your bed...

You cry yourself
To sleep every night;
I speak to you,
Each. Word. Filled. With. Ssspite.

I like your flesh,
It's pink and sweet.
I want to bite it off
And taste your meat.

You're a bird in a cage,
That cage isn't mine;
You refuse to leave
Your self behind.

You're a willing puppet,
I'll play the puppeteer's part;
I'll tear open your flesh
And rip out your heart.

I'll torment and torture,
Till your words are stained red.
*Beware! I'm the monster
Under your bed...

Fourteen years ago when I held you in my arms, it seemed surreal. So fragile you were and like a tiny doll. Only God knows how much I miss being able to pick you up and hug you tightly close to my heart whenever I feel depressed.
And yet I love you now all the more. You are so special to me and always shall be. Our family has shared so many joys and so much heartbreak through the swiftly passing years.
You are sunshine and daybreak and iridescent rainbow hues.
The baby has been replaced with a very special friend.


Happy Birthday Sweet Daughter!


Much Love,
From Your Mother

I am Canada goose,
flying low,
hanging loose
with the flock.
I am Iroquois,
Panama,
hats off to
what you are,
hang loose with the pack and
we'll all make it back,
someday.

is the color of
the ocean
the sky
the sails
of the boats
in the island where we met.

Blue
is the color of
your shirt
your eyes
that day we took a stroll
along the shore.

Blue
is the color of
the moon
that night we kissed.

Blue
is the color of
that day you left
without saying
goodbye.

Blue
is the color of
my (broken) heart.