..I had to tell God something that broke my heart-“If you have to take my son now, I will let him go.”
Poetry- It’s You!
..I’m talking to you! The uneducated..the unsure.. The over educated, the most confidant. I’m talking to you!..
Poetry: A Prayer at the End
But the greatest lesson I hope I shared, the forgiveness from the King. And when time ends upon that breath, it's the only gift I take with me.
Poetry- goodbye
one last glance, and thou shall see something lost, forbidden thee. upon the trail of distinguished steps lies the ruins; to not forget.


