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Forgotten Valentine

The world is made for lovers, on this new Valentines Day
And that was from my brother because it had gone astray.

He sent it to his girlfriend; I had hoped the card was for me
But when I opened it, I was shocked at the words I did see.

My brother professing love for me, I knew his handwriting well
He told me how I would see his heart begin to swell.

As you may imagine, this shocked me to the core
When the postman came back and knocked upon the door.

“That card I put through here, it was not meant for you
I know your brother well and he asked me this to do.

Put it through his girlfriend’s door, to save the prices a stamp
I have put it though the wrong one, the bulbs gone in the street lamp.”

“That’s ok”. I said, but you must have one for me
“Sorry love” he said, “You are a forgotten Valentine again I see.”

11.02/2013 ©

Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl

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Earth, Air, Fire, Water and Spirit

Earth is what we become and makes us whole.
 Air is the first and last thing we breathe in.
 
Fire is what consumes us and eats our sin.
 Water cleanses us, mind, body and soul.

Spirit is in us all and makes us who we are.
  Without these we would fall oh so far.

Invite them into our sacred circle and pay tribute.
 As we are condemned, we are resolute. 

We love fiercely and fight for our freedom.
 Ignorance breeds fear and unwisdom. 

Thank them for gracing us with their presence.
 While we give our thanks and recompense.

Exhilarated and feeling like a newborn child, 
 Wow this circle's "magic" is wild.

Copyright © Aleera Canino

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Desert Wanderer

Desert Wanderer with not a cup-
I'll hold you tight and lift you up-

I'll give you aid and lend my strength-
And take you far, to a great length-

To see your safety and a healthy smile-
You are worth life, have no self- denial-

I promised you in, a time now gone past-
That my love forever, surely shall last-

For you are my Desert Wanderer dreary-
Take this sorrow and be your eyes so teary-

I promise you now, and in the here after-
You will find love, placed inside my laughter-

We will stay one, toghether and all-
Always shall I be waiting for your call-

My Desert Wanderer with not a cup-
Hold my hand, I will lift you up-

Copyright © Jordan Dickinson

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Marble in Columns on Green

On a slope graced with green
White marble stands in proud salute

For beneath these engraved pillars of memory
Lie the resting places of heroes

A solitary green fir looks down
As if sheltering the lost and the taken

So many names, from all walks of life
A father, brother a girlfriend or wife

On a sunny day, they glow radiant like their lives
On a dull day, they stand out against the greys

For the living, life goes on 
Tomorrow is another day

Copyright © James Fraser

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my brother the river

I
out on the water..............
 hear the music
 rise and fall 
it knows no bounds
and through it all
I see the colors of the notes 
a windy rain,
a mist that floats
so gently on the surface mode
just like the waves
display the code
the sunlight
dazzles in my eyes
is that you whispering 
goodbyes?
you never knew 
the rulesat all
you said that 
you could take the fall,
somehow you thought
you were immune
to every madness
'neath the moon
and now we've washed
you out to sea
I told you so...........
still.....
you are 
free.

Copyright © Johnette Loefgren

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Blood Brother

Music needs lyrics to make it whole
Lyrics are words that touch the soul
Listening to one song after another
Springsteen singing "My Blood Brother"
It tells a story of of childhood friends
A genuine love that never ends
Growing up and parting ways
Changes coming in passing days
And it takes me back to the things we did
The friends I had when I was just a kid
Although time has pulled us all apart
I still carry each one in my heart


But the stars are burnin' bright like some mystery uncovered
I'll keep movin' through the dark with you in my heart
My blood brother--Bruce Springsteen

Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr.

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Pokemon Birthday Wishes

Charmanders are red and Squirtles are blue
If you were a Pokemon I would always choose you

You’re smile is stronger than a hyperbeam
Like Jesse and James we make the perfect team

I will stand by your side like Pikachu and Ash
I’ll love you more than a level eighty Rapidash

You’re more legendary than a Lapras, Entei or Mew
Out of all six hundred and forty Pokemon, I would always choose you


This poem was written by my 11 year old granddaughter Kisha Cherington, my grandson would have been 19 on the 13/07/2013, and he loved Pokemon very much, his sister still misses him and I thought this was just a great couplet she wrote for him, so wanted to share and hope others will enjoy her poem.

Copyright © Owen Yeates

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Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs

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In Dreams

In Dreams


Family reunion, can't get enough
Chillin' and talkin' about all kinds of stuff

Homemade ice cream taste so good
Want to eat it all day, if I could I would

We laugh and talk about old times
Relaxing and sipping on our favorite wines

My brother in law says I have a gift for you
It is a ring all shiny and new

I tell him I will cherish it and clinch the ring real tight
I know I am waking up from my dream tonight

My brother in law visited me from the beyond
A gift I will treasure, our family bond


Contest by: Francine Roberts
September 22, 2012

Copyright © DEBRA FALGOUT

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To My Brother, A True Teacher

Ah who will follow Seamus 
And walk where he has been
From 28 Mellows Avenue
To football on the green. 

I could not take the road he 
chose
From Finglas to East Wall
A dedicated life to those
Not ready to heed the call

To step outside the comfort 
zone
what they believe is 
preordained
To light the lamp in fertile 
minds
So long entrapped in traditional 
chains 

Copyright © Joe Murphy

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Summer Fun---grammer school days

The day was hot as red rose sunny
We gathered eggs from holes like a bunny

Down to the grocer’s store we went
Sold our eggs funds on candies spent

With grandma abed off comes the coat
On goes the sneakers shaped like a boat  

Big brother goes racing up to the gate
The youngest trying to be quiet shout wait

Round the corner comes the show truck
Reels of movies in boxes securely tuck

Hercules Ben Hur High Noon Dracula and such
We saw them o’er and o’er he hadn’t  much

Big brother hops on the truck going up the hill
The youngest and I ran behind we know the drill

Hopping onto trucks is a skill perfected by boys
We girls had to be content playing with toys

Inside the show house the movie starts
Everyone must hear our throbbing  hearts





Written Sept. 8 2012
For Craig's contest: Summer Fun

Copyright © Joy Wellington

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In My Dreams

~In My Dreams~ I can’t believe it look what I see! There you are looking at me. How did you know we just talked of you? A thousand miles from home, can this be true? To see you there is like the lottery win I never thought I’d see you again. The world is small and gets smaller each day What a fantastic thing has happened today. Your eyes are just as I knew and remembered You hair a little thinner that I think was intended. I never thought you would be so tanned Gosh how I have dreamed of holding you hand. How come you are here in my hiding place? No matter, I always wanted to look at your face. Come here; come hug me I just can’t believe So strong and warm for you I did grieve. You have never met your brother –in-law! I felt a bump on the head I was then on the floor. I cried as I realised it was not as it seemed For my little dead brother was just in my dream.
©20/09/2012 ~GG~

Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl

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Death in the Family

Curious lights flash through the door, 
Strange beckonings leave you wanting more.
Drawn to the lights you step outside,
Into the night where danger may hide.

Striding boldly you search for the source,
Stepping lively you determine your course.
Every step brings you nearer,
While your surroundings grow ever stranger.

Dazzling lights flash in the darkness,
Showing garish flashes of horrid harshness.
Steps grow timid, but much faster,
To avoid unknown disaster.

The devil dances just out of sight,
Cackling at his fortune this ghastly night.
The darkness fades with the sunrise,
Revealing the morbid cast of Death and Demise.

Then time passes and small things change,
But the cries of sirens you never heard still cry,
Never silenced within your brain,
Ever crying out the day that you began to die.

Copyright © Clayton Poole

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My History of Me, One Day

We awakened, we argued, just like we had done before
It was mostly about football, the Celtic versus Rangers score

I would choose my team, as usual he would choose his
Pushing and shoving would then entail, growing brotherly bliss

But this was a day that was going to unite us, brothers, yes we
For we were getting our uniforms, the Boys Brigade's 4th Company

Football squabbles we left behind, to Bishop Edens we would go
It's our Primary School, did I tell you, our learning's in scholar show

As usual we met at playtime, in the same team we always played
We were like Pele, no doubt, well! it's what we tried to display

To the clock we always watched, as we told each other after school
Lets hurry home to have supper, for the 4th Company in us ruled

We left the caravan together, then brotherly competition arrived
Hey James! I'll race you to the canal, my little legs in strive

Into the distance he ran, blimey! he's much faster than I thought
I must continue to look up to him, he's my elder, I'm sure well taught

Just as I turned the corner, now knowing that I'm lagging behind
One minute he was there then gone, images now run through my mind

What I have witnessed, is now focused, a JU250 van has swept him away
It's impact I feel in my heart, I'm now in slow motion play

I now reach the junction, in my peripheral I hear my brother scream
Nothing like this I have heard, am I absorbed in a nightmare dream

The driver exits the van, his head he holds in his hands
I'm seven years old in tears, just trying to understand




Copyright © James Fraser

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Big Brother In My Pocket

Big Brother In My Pocket By Rick Rucker The cell phone I carry has the power, To run my company, hour, by hour, Its power is so robust, It leaves my old computer in the dust, Instead of having to phone in, I check the Web remotely, a major win, I check my stocks, and check the news, Listen to tunes, if I get the blues, I can forever monitor my mail, Through daily briefings, I now sail, If a picture is worth a thousand words, I have sent millions of them to fellow nerds, From my office, I am free, Free of my phone, I shall not be, To it, I am always tethered, The fellow that invented it should be tarred and feathered! I long for those days of being alone, Not possible, not with this phone! I think about how I got imprisoned with mirth, It constantly tells where I am on Earth! Like a prisoner’s bracelet, that I wear, To take it off, I would not dare! Yesterday, on a day most sunny, It texted me, it wanted money! It was not a large amount, I dared not to deny it, it knows the info for my bank account, To those that think that tech can’t be bad, I feel as if I have been had! A simple phone, like any other, It has grown into Big Brother!

Copyright © Rick Rucker

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Blood Brothers

My children mean more than the world to me
Molding little men into what they could become

Each day brings with it fresh kisses
Not one one them Mommy misses

Challenges met, some old, some new
Pictures reminding us how much they grew

As hard as each day can seem
Patience is a virtue, helping redeem

Wanting what all parents want for their kids
Teaching and learning underneath their lids

To be smart and strong and ever so kind
Brothers united, forever blood, their bind

Not all brothers connect the same way
Puzzle pieces teaching each other what's right to say

Somethings are easier to learn than others
Only time will tell if they can love each other as brothers

Copyright © Shannon Deane

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The Deadly Dart

Wherever I go through out my whole life,
I end up struggling with lots of strife.
Thinking that my life is a total waste,
Wanting it to be over in a haste.

I can feel the pain inside my own heart,
Like someone through at my a deadly dart.
The wound is easing deeper and deeper,
Will the pain ever stop getting bigger?

Feeling emo is never a good thing,
Cutting your arm makes a really bad sting.
Blood is dripping from my arms and my heart,
Failing to dodge the largest deadly dart.

Drowning in all the lies and self pity,
I live each day but always feel sh*tty.
I have lots of thoughts about suicide,
But then I think about those who have died.

Those who have died not just from suicide,
But also those who are really nice guys.
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...This "poem" was actually suppose to be a couplet (on any thing you want) for my english 
class but i made this kind bcuz i was feeling emo that day...and also after i was done i read it 
over and it almost sound like a rap song which, i guess, is kinda funny and cool.........

Copyright © Brittany Moon

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Into the Darkness, But I Emerged

I wish I was asked this question when I was five years old
For it's a question I would have answered as my words unfold

This never happened yesterday, it was way back, 1966
What made our neighbour decide, to ignite his floorboards sticks

Our whole house woke in panic, smoke billowed everywhere
Into the darkness we stared, at five years old and scared

Thoughts running through my head, confused in a darkening world
Then suddenly I could see, my vision became un-blurred

What I took I couldn't grab, for it was already a part of me
For I, I took myself, and thanked my eyes to see

But going back to the original question, just what would I grab
It would have been an image of my brother, he was seven, and he was fab

Copyright © James Fraser

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Searching for Summer

#ONE#

The region that makes my blood grow green
Where are you in this pastoral's den?

Your vivid eyes is now poor like muddy hut
What has really come over you?

Behold our pebbles of gold and our planting grown
Ona, What is next to god you want?

#TWO#

Your nerve is forgotten so soon 
Our share of roses and dine in the garden

It seem so soon, it is drying out from your memory
Our share of chopper and run for grasshopper

Honey, can't you call those days back
Our lone under the forest trees 

Have you forgot our prayer for success 
And our collective effort for your journey abroad...

...My lady, I will wait for many time
Because only you can complete me

My Summer, if to remain a pole with no hold
So long as you will return, I will not mind.

For your Light is my strength in the field
And brilliant kisses around natures are memories unforgotten.

Let someone  please find me my summer
And tell her to come back home.

 
BY: Abdulhafeez T. Oyewole

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole

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I Lost My Brother, So



       
Don't tell me that you understand, don't tell me that you know,

Don't tell me that I will survive, how I will surely grow.

Don't tell me this is just a test, that I am truly blessed,

That I am chosen for this task, apart from all the rest.

Don't come at me with answers that can only come from me,

Don't tell me how my grief will pass, that I will soon be free.

Don't stand in pious judgment of the bonds I must untie,

Don't tell me how to suffer, don't tell me how to cry.

My life is filled with selfishness, my pain is all I see,

But I need you, I need your love, unconditionally.

Accept me in my ups and downs, I need someone to share,

Just hold my hand and let me cry, and say,

"My friend, I really do care."

Copyright © debra perry

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Thanksgiving's Picky Boy

He passed on turkey, passed on ham
and even on Mom’s candied yams!

He passed, for sure, on salad greens
and carrots, peas and lima beans!

He passed on Mom’s best home-baked bread
and cheeses ready to be spread.

The gravy and the mashed potatoes:
Those he passed on - and tomatoes.

Mom then served desserts; we knew
he’d pass on pie and ice cream too!

But for fruit JELLO, the small brat
yelled, “Mom, please pass me ALL of that!”





Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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PJS

My brother, Preston Jacob Simon. The one who played catch with me in the past, The guy who throws the ball extremely fast. My brother, The guy who graduated in 2006, Guess what college he goes ahead and picks. My brother, UNLV is where he has been, Although he graduated from there in 2010. My brother, The one who got engaged three days later, He says life in Seattle is so much greater. My brother, The guy who used to work at Panera Bread, His career there is officially dead. My brother, He stands tall at 6’3”, He was the GM of two restaurants with a criminal justice degree. My brother, In the restaurant business since age 16, He’s pretty close to rolling in the green. My brother, 2012 is his marriage year, When he first knelt down he was bursting with fear. My brother, The dude who told me it wasn’t too late, To pick up my grades in order to graduate. My brother, The guy I haven’t seen in so very long, The one that always beats me in a game of Ping Pong. My brother, He’s always been there and never let me down, I cry tears of joy when I know he’s in town. My brother, The guy who’s an Austin Bulldog at heart, Travis Tigers rule supreme, where do I even start. My brother, We’ve had our moments; we’ve had our days, We’ve had those times when all we could do is praise. My brother, Preston Jacob Simon

Copyright © Josh Whipple

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My Pal Joey

<                                         my pal Joe
                                    well don't you just know


                                     his illuminating writes
                              will drawn you to his pages site


                    epulaeryu ~ burlesque ~ didactics ~ or sonnets
                      you'll wanna wear a nice and sunny bonnet


                                          land sea or air
                            let your imagination take you there

                            

                                     inspiration bounded for your soul
                                       my pal Joe surely does know


                                  glad he's just a phone call away
                                 to lift my spirits in so many ways


                                    and if you want succulant mango
                                first you'll have to dance to the tango


                                        So please stop on by 
                          to give my pal Joseph Spence's poetry a try





Entry For
Adaleke Adeite's
Praise Your Poetry Pal Contest
GL All

Copyright © Katherine Stella

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Images of that Monday Night

Please take a moment and open your thoughts As you enter my mind to the contests sought To run as brothers one faster than the other Running to catch up to shadow his brother One turns the corner the other behind Just as he turns in your eyes you now find Through me you see a main road just ahead You see your brother, in seconds he's dead Listen to the impact as he is hit by a van Slow motion now shows, as different worlds ran Tyres are screeching, or is it my brother For fifty yards he's been dragged, a young life in smother To reach the opening that your past images have seen A nine year old boy against a modern machine To look through my eyes on that Monday night At seven years old I turned and took fright How I got back to my father I'll never know In monsoon of tears under street light glow To be so young to say your brother is dead For the past forty two years, my dreams I still dread

Copyright © James Fraser

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Brotherly Christmas Love

Silver streamers and many a purple light
glowing against a splendid tree of white.

The hallway's decked in lavender and blue
conveying warmth to all within it's view.

Will be a special holiday this year-
my long-lost brother will visit me here.

The years have rolled by-sadly we lost touch
but I never stopped loving him so much.

He's promised to come so I'm making things jolly-
I even found some lovely purple holly!

Everywhere he'll see my unique style
and feel the warmth as we sit for awhile.

We'll speak of things that neither of us knew
of life and love and trials we've been through.

This Christmas all the years will disappear
and I will be so blessed to have him near!





By Deb Wilson
for contest"Holiday Hearth"
sponsored by Linda-Marie Sweetheart of PS

Copyright © Deb Wilson

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Brotherly Love

It’s funny what a picture can say,
When you look real deep and watch them lay,
Closer than they have ever been,
How to describe and where to begin,
The start of their destiny,
Two little angels, happy and carefree,
The oldest awake and taken it in,
His little face glistening.
For the first time he is not the only one,
Mom brought new life, another son,
In his eyes he’s proud and filled with bliss,
I am sure there is only one thing he will miss,
Getting all the attention, all of the time,
Sharing his parents love, at times won’t be fine,
But as they grow, they will have such a bond
A journey through life like two little swans
Tending to one another’s needs
But also sometimes needing the oldest to lead,
With no doubt when there in school,
 the oldest one will always be cool,
If anyone ever tries to make the little one look like a fool,
He will be protected, that’s the brotherly rule,
The little one always watching and tagging along,
Looking up to his brother, who will always appear to be strong,
They may fight with each other,
But God forbid, someone messes with that little kid,
The hero role will consume the oldest child,
Fire will spark and he will become quit wild,
They will go through so many stages,
Write so many pages,
In their childhood series
It will make moms eyes teary,
As they get older the lessons they learn,
Will keep their hearts turned,
To one another forever,
no matter the weather,
No one will break that,
They cannot fake that,
It all starts with a picture and a smile,
The innocence and joy of being a child.

By: Sabina
4/30/11

Copyright © Sabina Nicole

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Rakhi

                     "  Rakhi - for my brother  "


Threads of Rakhi twined in love,
Connote a sister's love for her brother,

Love that got obscured in busy life,
Distance progressed as we adored our families,

But only seemingly parted, 
Souls still one and a single thought,

Born of one mother, lived 
together for years
Celebrated, faught, annoyed, 
conciliated and understood each other,

Endeavoured on all topics,
Lived by each other in all thick and thin,

Childhood days are not just memories,
But to cherish and a reason to live,

Some family values, expressed by subtler gestures,
And immersed Into these fragrances..............

Are tender strings of Rakhi.


Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma

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Still Connected

From planted seeds, trees have grown.
My hope, regards this scene, is to remind you of home.

Rooted and grounded have the trees come to be.
From different forests, though, are both you and me.

Yet, like one tree that grows and bares many branches:
Rather northward, to the south, eastward, or to the west;

And no matter where fruits from a tree are selected.
I want you to know we're still connected.

Copyright © Lamarcus Walton

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My American Soldier

When you walked away I said I wouln't cry but I almost did when you said goodbye when you did come home you weren't very well you said you weren't hurting but you were I could tell I stayed by your side as your breath slid away whispered to you on your final day as you took your last breath you told me don't cry no matter what happens this isn't goodbye you now have peace my soldier lay at rest because you my american soldier were one of the best as time goes past as you asked I don't cry I kept my word because you promised this wasn't goodbye.

Copyright © Alexis Andrews

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Sibling Rivalry: Hitting

Sibling Rivalry: Hitting
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

Time after time my brother hit me.
Rather than fight, I would quickly flee.
Too many days, I ran into mom.
Sometimes she'd explode just like a bomb!

One day she looked me straight in the eye.
You must fight back. You must at least try.
Don't come crying, if you haven't hit back.
I will spank you.  You'll feel the switch crack.

How I could do it, I did not know.
Smack my brother so courage would grow?
For several days, he left me alone.
Then, it happened, a hit then a moan.

Down on the ground, he was in a flash.
I, on his chest, his face I did bash.
Over and over my fist hit face.
One last slug and to mom I did race.

Right behind me, steadily crying.
To hear him, you'd think he was dying.
She started to scold; I did remind.
You said, “Hit him… “ Or trouble was mine. 

That was the day I stood for myself.
And put some fear to rest on a shelf.
The day I learned, through my brother's moan.
Thanks goes to Mom, my courage had grown.

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen