Poems from KellsGarciia
First come the flashes
White and bright
Eyes sting with the threat of tears.
Terrified is the heart
of the tears that bring no sentiment....
He picked me like a flower
tugged at my petals
tore my roots from the ground
broken stem, broken body
all that made me beautiful...
Everyday momma would take me to the window
she would sit me on her lap
reach across and open the curtains
Sweetie, What do you see...