OH, MOTHER

Deep in the shrouding mists of time I search for your smiling face. Mother, tell me, where have you gone and why did you leave no trace? Who will now hold my trembling hand in the dark of the dawning night; the thunder; the rumble of terror on high and the flash of unholy light?…

THE CLEANSING TIDE

The child in his arms, such a precious gift, her sweet little smile would make his heart lift. Born into a love that none could compare, baby blue eyes framed with curly blonde hair. Conceived and born on such love filled days, from the moment he held her he was blown away. His heart did…