“Our father is oldhe has a young one, best lovedonly son of his Mother. His brotheris dead. Don’t take him, please. Wewill give you our
My father’s father, A man of stone, steel, his wife, Cornucopia, Table ever full. My father mapped the inner Space, architecture Of the mind, so
When I am on my Own, my words dance from my mind To my tongue, fill the Air with joyous song. When I am with
In the dry heat and Dust, long have I walked. I am Parched. She comes like one Long awaited, to My care is she sworn.
An arrow across The abyss struck my heart and I caught on fire.
I am reading this Book to my daughter, and I Tell her to watch how People’s faces change When they are complimented. It shows how