Forty Eight Poems - Poems about Forty Eight

Seventy two hours without you and I feel like I’m starving....

Continue reading...

I think leopard when I look at my hands. I am spotted now, not freckles, age spots. These are my grandmother’s hands. Not a surprise as I am a grandmother. Yesterday a young boy asked me if I had children. I said yes. He asked how old they are. I said 49, 47 and a half and 42. He said “Wow! You must...

Continue reading...

You will never be Your broken leg summons fear Depression, anger....

Continue reading...

I see new beginnings, me beginning to love again on a new level, my rose petal. The feeling of love happiness and joy, I can just envision a happily ever after is what we're both hoping for and I'm optimistic enough to give it you, sometimes timing is perfect when you meet someone, the past...

Continue reading...

First, give me your ear, while I make this clear, One bar, thus far, just put me on the clock, Rocking my verbal gear, on a new block This year, making my presence known right here. Yes, the moment that "rappers" feared is near, Ending shocks that they were sending their flocks, Intorducing them to the POET, Doc, Getting "jocked," like they...

Continue reading...

Sixteen months old, and quiet a mess, forty eight hours, I have had my test. Although, not as young, as I used to be, I did it you see. His mother was ill, so I brought him home, started singing, those lullaby songs. Tired, and frazzled, but still standing my ground, that sixteen month old, is home bound....

Continue reading...