: About Me

Bipolar. Death of a son. Tattoos. These experiences are only the beginning of the eclectic sources of inspiration that contribute to writing.

My passion is ...

language

My childhood ambition ...

to teach

My favorite memory ...

the births of my children

Why I write ...

I write not only to express myself but with the hope that what I write can benefit someone.

My first job ...

teacher's assistant

My inspiration ...

breathing

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death of a child

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Again It Comes Again it comes, that month, that day that I would like to rip out of my life, the calendar the year. And as the days march closer, closer still to that dreaded horrible unforgettable day I think of you more and more Not that a day goes by without a thought a memory a picture of you in my head But more and more they come thoughts of you until my heart wants to break explode wither away My life goes on and so does yours only different better, in a happy way that leaves me envious. How hard it is to carry on when you, my first, left, too soon too very early and before me. Again...

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