YEA I AM A VERY GENTLE GUY AND I LIKE WRITING POEMS.
HERE IS THE POEM THAT I WROTE TO MY MOTHER ON HER BIRTH DAY.


 
Even though you might prefer
Life without these markers,
Each too public to defer.
Now that you are fifty,
Sing to us your own sweet song,
That we might celebrate your life,
Rejoicing all night long.
Each of us has love to bring,
Each a special song to sing,
To lose your heart among.


AND THIS IS THE CHRISTMAS POEM I WROTE FOR MY BEST FRIEND DAHLIA


Christmas is a holiday for friends,
However they may be, or not, related.
Remember that the three wise kings were strangers
In search of one remote, uncanny dream.
So may we all be far more than we seem,
Together bound for dark and haunting changes,
More lovely for the loves we have created
Along the lonely paths from means to ends,
Stumbling towards that star of Bethlehem.
 

YEA I AM A VERY GENTLE GUY AND I LIKE WRITING POEMS.
HERE IS THE POEM THAT I WROTE TO MY MOTHER ON HER BIRTH DAY.


 
Even though you might prefer
Life without these markers,
Each too public to defer.
Now that you are fifty,
Sing to us your own sweet song,
That we might celebrate your life,
Rejoicing all night long.
Each of us has love to bring,
Each a special song to sing,
To lose your heart among.


AND THIS IS THE CHRISTMAS POEM I WROTE FOR MY BEST FRIEND DAHLIA