Poems from brookeamberlee

Mommy, they're coming for you, too.
Mommy, look at me, look what I can do.Say any word and I'll spell it, I'm smart just like you. I'm sorry I was bad. You hate me? Is that...
Another Secret That We Keep
She was always careful, with the praises that she’d give. If it wasn’t earned, it wasn’t said. What an ‘honest' way to live.   But honesty...