by Anna Hopper |
Categories:
happiness,
Neatly lined crayons
Perfect, pointed tips
Abercrombie jeans
Stretched across my hips
Victoria’s Secret
Whispered in my ear
Lyrics, I won’t forget
Truths I want to hear
Puppy breath and coffee
Two distinct aromas
Sugar for my sweet tea
Lime for my coronas
Rays that fight the clouds
To fall upon a limb
Faith without a doubt
Book without an end
by Karin Edwards |
Categories:
family
(In Memory of Frankie Abercrombie)
(Dedicated to Regena and Frank Abercrombie)
As he from darkness
Came to light
Did he grin at Daddy
With a smile So bright
While holding onto the Umbilical
Cord, using all of his Might
Since, A child's love for Mama
Comes as god-given right
But, it was like he knew
Inspite of his plight
That He and His Daddy
Would be Real tight