The memory can be of photographs of the minds eye. So is this one.
~What A Sad Lonely Day~
I never knew how much I cared about my friends until I got up one day and looked out the door
as I thought I heard a distant, lonesome, faint, distant calling outside my door.
When I looked outside all I saw was a graveyard, filled with stones,
cold harsh stones that were covered with the names of my friends, those that had been.
It was a sad day.
It was a lonely day.
I missed my friends.
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
Barbara Sue,
aka Grandma Baba
Regis