It is quite natural to reflect on what we have and haven't. Through out my life, when love bade me welcome, my heart always drew back...in fear. I'm much like everyone else now, I've been in love and I've lost love. Although it sounds a bit cliché, I am a firm believer that "it is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all." 

This is one of my clay sculptures.

When I was a child, it was my

mom I loved the best,

When I was a teenager,

I began questioning, 

was I worthy to befriend?

As a young single mother,

I wondered if I was worthy of

another love? Now in the

winter of my years,

snug under my covers warm

and tight, my inner poet

whispers in my ears at night,

to not be afraid to bare my bosom

to the moon and up gather my

pollen like a sleeping flower,

when my days are no longer 

that of harmony, beauty

and/or dramatic expression,

Triton will blow his horn and

I will join my mom in deep repose 

both of us eternally loved.