What does a writer with no talent for choosing gifts offer Mom on Mother’s Day? How about some memories from childhood?
Hey, Mom…

What does a writer with no talent for choosing gifts offer Mom on Mother’s Day? How about some memories from childhood?
This is a short, free-form poem about love and the daily motions of life.
Asking someone on a date isn’t always easy. If you’re the shy type, you might relate to this little poem. with too many words that say too little, too late.
On the opposite end of the spectrum of my other Sonnet, “Soft Echoes”, this sonnet is about the longing that lingers after a relationship has ended.
This sonnet is an attempt to capture those moments of joy and fear when young love is blossoming.