Dean Smith : Writing

poems for my Mother

poems for my Mother

A Poem by Dean Smith


MOTHER'S LULLABY Next time you cry, just wonder why, you sat and sang a lullaby? To sooth my soul, to make me whole, to hold me close, away from c..
Sun burnt Playground

Sun burnt Playground

A Poem by Dean Smith


An understanding of the pocket size kind, To teach the reach what they could not find, To question all, who questioned the fall? In a sun burnt p..

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