My voice at times has been silent, no longer........
From the time I was a little girl, I can remember creating stories within my head. Sometimes those stories were a means of escape, creating a different world in which to live in. Those stories within me helped me to sort things out, hope, and understand myself and others.
In high school, I found my English classes a place where poetry took form within me and on paper. Remnants of those early writings linger still. In college, at the age of thirty-two, I found myself with a heart, heavy wit more...
Poetry ( View all 22 poems )
A Cry Heard
Debris Covered Connections
It Was Time
Joy Found in Five Grandsons