Poems from Jessie elder
You remind me of daffodils and small flitty birds
You remind me of a slow rising sun and golden fall leaves falling to a heat soaked...
She said being thankful was a lot like learning how to swim...
I guess that’s why I drowned.
I began with the sun and cursed in the name...
She lights up when I sit next to her
She’s the first thing I wake up to and the last thing I see before I shut my eyes to sleep.
She tells...
He constructed life, yet took so much of it away.
16 knows no bounds to motherhood when politicians smother a voice to replace it...