My Mother, I remember you, and all the immense love you had for me!

You are the wind beneath my wing!: A poem

(An idea took root from Ella Langley’s song: Weren’t for the wind) You know it is all a roller-coaster ride, and I am a rolling stone! I think of love all the time, and how it cuts me to the bone So, I am movin’ on, movin’ on, with every bit of my life! Do…

Yes, my eyes were teary, but did not weep!: A poem

(Based on a beautiful song by the Beatles: While my guitar gently weeps) I simply can’t be so fulsome running up to you all with my love God sometimes also needs protection and refuge in the alcove I am not yet desperate to fit my hand in all your glove I am just waiting for…