For my Mother
Giver
For all of my life you have been
My rock solid shoulder to cry on.
A real-life Giving Tree
You opened your home and
Your heart to all of the
Lost souls I bring home.
You give
But never take
Even when there is not enough
To keep for yourself
On those days
Where you are empty and drained
I promise
You can share with me.
YOU ARE READING
Wandering Minds
General Fiction"I wonder as I wander, out under the sky..." A compilation of short poems and stories that I don't know where else to put.
