Poems from Indy_Elite
Mom at Six Months: "Wake up honey, it's your turn", to my dad.
Me at Sixteen Months: "Wake uh Ake", to our dog.
Me at Six: "Wake up mommy...
Only the unloved and unnatural hate...
It is a house not a home
That very same house that made my home the same
That very same house that...
Where there was once only youth there is now wisdom far beyond my years.
I have never seen a righteous man forsaken, nor a wild thing...