F. Scott was wise Wrote words that burned Right through her soul Made her body ache To be known that way Like every woman so desires With a single look That doesn’t miss a thing F. Scott knew And so did she. Read more

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Hard to believe She’s the one That learned to hold back Every tear Lock up her heart Stare straight ahead Pretend Because now She tells it like it is As the tears slide Right down her face And her smile begins In her eyes Hard to believe She took all those things And changed into… Read more

My mom, Carolyn Jean Johnson, died on February 3 of 2004. It’s been 15 years now and one thing I vividly remember about that day was how I drove with all my kids,praying that she would still be alive when we got there. My Mema had called my 11 year old daughter and told her… Read more

Mirror, mirror On the wall You showed me every flaw Made me feel incomplete And wish for better things Mirror, mirror On the wall You challenged me Made me stare straight at you Pick and choose The things that could stay and which to change Mirror, mirror On the wall Weeks have gone by Fast… Read more

Look closely Right in front There’s so much To see Take the time Open your eyes Use your hands And your heart Dig beneath The surface There’s so much more That meets the eye If only You’ll pay attention Listen closely Lean forward There’s words You’ve heard before And somehow forgotten To listen to all… Read more

Hope I did enough And not too much I hope I did without All the right things And I certainly hope My mistakes Won’t hold on I hope I did Good enough To pass the test I hope I don’t stumble At the very end I hope I can stand See the truth show proof… Read more

First time ever I saw her face Yet she held on As if she knew She was safe I traced her face Silent prayer That my heart says Wrapped her in an embrace Until she led the way I walked inside Shut the door Laid my hands On another With tears in my eyes 🐡💗Jeanna’… Read more

Tuesday Came and went Once again She should be used to it by now But her heart still Aches for the friend She thought she would always have So many words Left unsaid Pictures in her mind Left undrawed The ones on the wall Tell only part Of the story She holds on still To… Read more