She’s Coming Home

  She’s coming home I’ll pick her up No more alone Forever to stay here Here at home. May have sadness Remorse and regrets But she will lay In peace and happiness Forever, ever to be missed My sweet Sweet little miss. Her soft, rough fur Her gentle...

Why Am I Here?

Why am I here? Questions Questions are all I hear Why? Delve deep inside Your soul modest, gentle And even maybe A little slow. There in peace You survive Enveloped in strength And a moral code You can’t deny. Stand strong Breach the crest Ride the tide No one...

The Flow Of Life

              The flow of life Takes courses Never imagined. Some Never chartered. ~ Patrice               © Patrice Clarkson – 2013...