Poems from rosa.gifford
Momma was his first word,
He said it as he threw his food,
Off of his high chair,
His momma shook her head
But she smiled anyway.
His Dad...
One 3 for FiVe..
someone told her,
when she was young
and alive...
Purple is the opposite of green
they mentioned,
when her artistic...
Nobody said anything.
And in that nothing,
I felt everything.
could you hear it?
or could you tell
the silence near it
Hid it well.
they...
So they walk with their heads down,
Or look up at the city lights,
The mirrors for their eyes
Reflecting everything,
For they have no...