Poems from Tom Fulton
Turn away, my loving child
Someday you’ll make it through.
You’re stronger than you know, my child
Your God and I love you.
You’ll do...
Cold is what I feel on days
I think about our past
‘cause cold is what you were to me
When our love couldn’t last
The thought of you and...
I had all of you,
Most of you.
Loving you,
Close to you.
You meant the most to me
I meant the most to you
Now I have most of you,
Some...
if you could only take the why out of it
what’s yours could have been ours
Optimism, not yet here
Preluding, yet it rests
Finds shelter in an anxious heart
Remaining unpossessed
Contingencies erupt like flame...