****
I placed a KISS in both my palms
And closed my fists tight
Then stepped outside and
Opened my hands to the wind
As it took flight toward a sky of blue
I prayed that one day you'll lift
Your face and that KISS
Will find its way to you.
****
Copyright (c) 1994
Unicorn Anthology
L. Mitchell
Friday, October 30, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
DAD'S ROOM
DAD'S ROOM
Foreboding, heavy
footsteps, one
bulb dingy white.
Then the darkness,
the pungent
stagnant room.
On the closet door
a jacket, old
shoes, the gloom.
A Vicks jar,
aspirin, curtains
drawn apart.
Sealed, sick smell
that lingers on
My anchored heart.
by Lora Mitchell
Copyright (c) 1980
New Life Publishers
Foreboding, heavy
footsteps, one
bulb dingy white.
Then the darkness,
the pungent
stagnant room.
On the closet door
a jacket, old
shoes, the gloom.
A Vicks jar,
aspirin, curtains
drawn apart.
Sealed, sick smell
that lingers on
My anchored heart.
by Lora Mitchell
Copyright (c) 1980
New Life Publishers
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
.....THE TRACKS WE LEAVE...
We will be known forever by the tracks we leave.
- Native American Proverb
- Native American Proverb
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