Friendship
One More Day With Nana
One More Day With Nana At twenty-five, he stood a man, or so the world believed, But deep inside, he was her boy, with all his heart bereaved, For Nana was his safest place, his comfort and his home, And when she died, his whole wide world was suddenly alone.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
In Memory of Chris’s Mom
At first, it sounded like one of those old clichés, The kind stitched on pillows or printed in bouquets. The universe, of course, just smiled with perfect timing— It never reads our plans, despite our constant chiming. For years I asked, "How's Mom?" with hope tucked in each call, Then watched that ruthless thief called cancer take its toll.
By Anthony Chan3 months ago in Poets
