I am 58 years old. I have two grown children and 3 grand daughters. I am a widow I lost my husband after 32 years of marriage to cancer 5 years ago. It was the pain of that loss that made me turn to poetry. I write all kinds of poetry. My biggest occupation is finding an idea I can turn into a poem . I have written 1000 poems and still writing.
Am I Alive, or am I dead? Is this all just a dream inside my head? I feel like I’m losing my grip. Quick say something, anything before I slip. Nightmares slowly creeping. Has he finally come to do the
The very essence of love is uncertain, A relentless thumping of the heart. I must speak to you by such means as they are within my reach. He pierces my soul driving me into madness. I am half agony, half
The moon awaits eagerly in the same pedestal it ignited my passion. What lips, my lips have kissed, are long forgotten. The memories easily quickened as a few puddles along the way I voluntarily stepped in. What arms have lain