My granddaughter and me
the best artists to ever be!
We make, we write, we draw wild things,
So strange and bold, with scribbled wings.
We paint the sun with purple glue,
And give the moon a mohawk too.
We turn the clouds into mashed potatoes,
And make giraffes wear sweet pink halos.
You might look once and raise your brow,
“Is that a dragon... or a cow?”
But we just laugh and say with glee:
“You don’t see it? That’s on you, not me!”
We’re the best and no need to boast
Of silliness, we make the most.
So when you see our crazy art,
Know it's made with love and heart.

Someone once told me,
"You’re shining. Even if it doesn’t always feel that way."
I in fact, have been feeling that way.

I sit and think about all the pain and problems I've gone through.
Thinking before, "I'm so done. What am I gonna do.??"
I now say to myself "I am so strong for keeping up and fighting my hardest. "

"I'm
so
proud
of
you."

You taste like a dream
How I wish to never wake again
You stitched my heart at the seams
With love stronger than a friend
My heart is yours forever more
Over your entire being
Love I will pour
Thank you for being my muse
My everlasting love
I'll love you win or lose
Until we go to heaven above



-Ciara Faith Ann
To
Jeremy Anderson Turner
"My hearts desire"
Love poem
July 9, 2025 🫂

This must be my sad pen,
    that’s all it wants to write
It’s sad because my lover,
    she only wants to fight

My pen and I are lonely,
    no one to hold tonight
We can only see the darkness,
    we cannot see the light

My pen and I used to be happy,
    my lover was by my side
Now we share the blackened sky,
    where we can run and hide

Someday soon I’ll find my happy pen,
    write about how good our love was
My happy pen will make me smile,
    that’s what my happy pen does

Some sunny day,
Things will be better.
Less tears to cry,
Less reasons to cry them.
If we can't go on forever,
I'd prefer us to live a happy life.
Happy people are in short supply,
But in high demand.
Some day,
Happy people will be common,
It'll be the sad people who saved themselves,
That'll be respected.

Do you know where to buy dopamine?
I'll pay anything to be happy again

She's a pure hearted girl
with the happiest soul
She talks to the moon
listens to the trees
speaks with the animals
and compliments the flowers

Yet, often she feels sad
because she loves too much
and thinks too deep
Her nights are sometimes dark
But every time
she pulls herself back together
and decides
that her personality
is too positive
to be so negative.

L.C.