Welcome to my PBwiki!

 I love to write, no bones about it! I equally love to read various

genres. I Blog! I'm a Creative Writer. I love poetry. I write contemporary, today's

kind of novels. NOTE: My writing is not about me or any one per se unless noted.

It is a culmination of things. Modern, Mainstream, Mystery, Sci-Fi are the kinds of

genres that I like. There was a time when I use to tear up my writings. I use to

think it was not good, or that no one would be interested. I tore up some good

stuff. But, I have since learned not to do that. I didn't know that I was meant to

be a writer, so, I got a late start. But I know now. I'm finding out that grey hair

and middle-age ain't so bad after all.

FLOODED WITH MEMORIES

This is in memory of all my beloved ones

and cherished friends who have passed on.

I thought I saw your face

In the crowd

But I was only daydreaming

Because you are not here

Seems like yesterday

We pinky-fingered

We loved

We laughed

We cried

We made plans

We danced

To the music of life

What happened?

You went one way

I went another

Never to be together again

So many memories flood my mind

I don't know what to do with them

Maybe I should put those memories in a book

So that everybody will know

Who you were in this world

I'll let them know

You were somebody!

Yes, I'll let them know

YOU WERE LOVED!

 

 

LETTER TO GOD

 

Each day she works hard

Trying to make ends meet

Put food on the table

Making sure the children have what they need

Because "wanting" is a luxury

She can't remember the last time

She went shopping for herself

She's a single mother

Her three children adores her

And they all live in a small wood frame house

So, they wrote a letter to God

Asking him to send down

A special blessing

For a tired mother

If he could, come by 929 West Lane

And. O God,

If it's not too much trouble,

Would you bring us a puppy?

 

 

THERE ISN'T A DAY

There isn't a day that goes by

Without memories flooding my mind

As a curious, but shy child

Always asking, How? Who? and many a Why?

Now, in middle age

Still curious

But, not so shy

I ask, What? Where? and a many When?