by Patrice Clarkson | Jun 7, 2016 | Poetry
Gracie, Grace a little Boston over there Just a game away, a toy pulled in to play A smile across her face No disgrace if she stole a whole blessed cake Gracie, Grace. Love was in every part Of her body, her head, her heart But those dancing feet now cease to be Nor...
by Patrice Clarkson | Jan 6, 2016 | My Musings, Poetry
Deep sorrow, absolute horror For fire has claimed lives And ones who loved Will never be the same Smoke billowed, fire raged Taking life, killing Killing at such a savage pace No hope, desperate loss In a desparate place. But see See gentle souls rising In the midst...