~Amillion times I've shed my tearsThough still her touch I miss.Without her death, we could have livedUnbridled in our bliss.Our future lives were sei..
Stress encircled her eyes and head.When any hope was hopeless...light-years away,she opened her dresser drawer.Beneath pharmacy referalsand credit car..
From my boyhood years, I still recalljoyously running through the old back door.But my joyous shouts, shout no more...As my sister's sleep in a gravey..
In my attic, in a dust-leadon trunk,I found an old red jacket.It bore wrinkles and smelled of mothballs.In one pocket, I found an old smile.But in th..