Poems from lennox24
I remember it all
The touch, scent, feeling and the eye gliding in my grandmother's shack.
I remember it as the place where we all rally....
In all the words that came from my gut.
Never have I ever thought I would'd use the word solicitous.
Whenever somebody's name is uttered....
She wear her scars in public.
Conceives wounds that concerns the living and the dead.
Death have been a welcoming friend.
Her true friends...