Autobiography

Cherry

The Lady that Played Piano

A potted palm sits, stalwart, atop her piano, an ancient upright, unquestionably seen better days, taking me back in time...

Wispy

A frozen chilly morning, The grass all white and crispy, My ears are blue, the sky is too, With clouds of white and wispy.
Cherry

Buster

Sleep Well Friend
Cherry

Radioactivation

Heading toward the end of this 'Journey' writing - promise. x

Unspoken Words

There's a place Where unspoken words are stored With love Or hate And everything in between Within that place There are words Unspoken By you Before...

Crying Whisper

If you listen clearly To the whisper of a voice You will hear The plea for help The silent cries In the form of unspoken words The vibrations of...

Beginning Of The End

If I could put it into words I would If I could understand it I would But twenty six letters is just not enough To describe And explain And to...
Cherry

I Hate the Word Love

I hate the word Love. Let me give you an example. My step-mother, aged 98, says she loves me whenever I speak to her, and expects me to say it back...
Cherry

From One Woman to Another

As suggested by insert - a thank you poem for my knitted knockers.
Cherry

The Making of Love

Creep up the stairs...peep in through a crack in their bedroom door.