Poems from Elizabeth Wittasek

Maybe it's the way we laugh, Maybe it's the way we talk, but in a way we always find The way for life's communicate.   A risk is always...
A memory, a call, of times lost long ago. Of laughter that will always fall that day not long ago.   We missed the sign that could have...
Dear Death, We are Strong! Yes, broken, but Strong.   We have seen you near and far And getting closer, so it seems. Yet this time our...