Out of words for loving you

My mother was ill for as long as I can remember. But she was always praying for me... in her own way.

Please this is my first poem ever. Honestly what do you think? Steve

The group of youths encircled me, their bizarre collective deformities creating this lumbering gait, edging heavily back on forth on in-turned feet.

200 Word story: Red Dragon

Yeah we have all met them, the late night hunter in that bar or club...