Whispers of Sorrow
Screeching Inside
Inexplicable Solitude
Clouding My Eyes
Father of Mine
Where Are You?
Nowhere in Sight
Only Faint Memories
Instilled in This Young Mind
Your Smile
So Warm
So Kind
Remember Daddy
When You Put On Your Strong Face
Always Tried
But in the Dead of Night I Knew
I Could Hear You Whimper
Muffled Cries
We Had Little
But I Couldn’t Care
I Was Only Five
You Would Hold Me
Telling Me My Imagination and Spirit
Would More Than Suffice
It Was Our Ticket To Anywhere
Escape
Day or Night
Recalling the Day You Took Our Neighbors Newspaper
Giggling Inside
Taking Scissors to Cut Up the Words
They Didn’t Put Up A Fight
Together
We Built Paris
Out of Paper
Those French Folks… Cities… Skies
You Told Me That One Day
You Would Take Me to The Tower
We Would Climb It
Watch the Sunset and Rise
You Kissed My Forehead
Swallowing Shallow Lies
Calling Me Your Little Mademoiselle
We Would Have Ice Cream
Ride That Carousel
Fondest Pieces I Could Find
Last Thoughts I Hold On To
Hoping That Someday
I’ll Wake Up
Uncover, Unbind
A Roll of Newspaper
By the Doorstep
Along With The Man
Who I Loved
In He I Confide
-M.G.





