Poems from kennabean
Right from wrong,
Who makes the distinction?
We listen to society?
Sounds like moral-extinction.
We weep for those murdered,
the ones...
"A good wine mellows as it ages"
is what my dad says in reaction to my passion.
I don't want to here this because my feelings are real
I'm...
Every time I hear the birds chirping
Every time I hear the owl hooing
Every time I feel the warm temperature in the morning
I think of...
Sing it muse, the way she sang,
The way she sang to her 10 children.
Teddy cried when she died and so did Mildred and George.
She was...