Poems from mrwhittle
Sometimes I get horrible waves of deep, deep sorrow.
They come on soft,
And then, just as the ocean breaches the shore,
Creeps up slow and...
These are the last few moments.Silent, in a way only time can understand.There’s peace in the room.As a father, once much stronger, holds...
In a sea of fish,
You are the sand.
On Christmas day,
you are the socks my mom bought for us.
In an orchard of peaches,
You are the one...