Poem : What Is Inspiration?

Inspiration is a fragile thing… Just a breeze, touching the green foliage of a city park. Just a whisper from the soul of a friend. Just a line of verse clipped from some book. Inspiration…… Who can say where it is born, and why it leaves us? Who can tell the reasons for its being … Read more

Poem : If Roses Grew In Heaven

If roses grow in Heaven, Lord please pick a bunch for me, Place them in my daughters arms and tell her they’re from me. Tell her that I love her and miss her, and when she turns to smile, place a kiss upon her cheek and hold her for awhile. Because remembering her is easy, … Read more