Poems from andawh
It is a great challenge to open one's self
For fear of not knowing what would come out
If I were a man not made of flesh
Maybe I'd let...
My mother left this trinket
Which I hold dear
Representing our culture
That falls on death ears
But a culture not lost
For I am still here...
A baby boy, unnervingly small
Brings the angels joy
To be wrapped up like a gift
He is the most humbling part of life
On his feet are...