Dream III

The house is painted blackout,Spirits wandering, room to room,My lamp of light is speechless,As horror holds fast the gloom. A crashing sound like mirror glassquickdraws my breath away,Gives chilling sight, defines my plight,Like love fell shattered lay. Anguish lunges past the door,With dubious intent foreseen,Starts a stutter crawl, then bloody jumpIn a screaming dash atContinue reading “Dream III”

Old Father

The father felt the warmth of his young daughterlying still, napping securely, snuglyagainst his side. He whispered quietlyto the child’s mother, neither wanting to wakeher. They were in awe of her beauty.Listening to her gentle breathing, they feltthe stillness like night owls over the nest.The father touched the child’s arm,and felt the newness of herContinue reading “Old Father”