The Bullshit About Prayers

 Last week I went to churchAnd sat close to a spot I always sit I felt a strange stare, like cold on my shouldersThere behind me a man sat, looking at me He would not move his eyes away from meAnd would not let mine be free of his He pushed his eyes on my thoughts...more

Fruits of her labor

Someone rang the bells of occasions And said mothers day is upon as again Graciously I thank thee For I am fruits of her labor The door way to this world, with hard push And the tap of milk that quenched my hungered thirst I sat watching my nephew and nice As they demanded their care and attention With baby calls and pulls, demanding more Asking for more, like Oliver, wanting more  Then they are to be cuddled, plays before sleep ...more