My mother's poems
My mother cut her own life short and left three little girls behind. We know very little of her. These poems are precious to me.
Dancing to Elvis
“This is from when he broke up with Priscilla. You can tell he put everything he had into it. I think it might be the best song he ever did,” Jim said.
A poem: Blank Is
Blankness. What is blank behind you?Stillness, rage, blank. On and on. Blank fear.Lid on, eyes open blind, blank.