every once in awhile the tree bends with the wind.
this is for survival.
the tree will always bend, for to break is to die.
so far there is no hope in death.

Grandpa relaxes
with a beer and John Coltrane.
The grandbabies sleep.

Timothy N. Stelly, Sr.

by Shay - scuble721

IF I COULD BE
ANYTHING IN THIS
WORLD
I’D BE THE
TEARS THAT WAS BORN
IN YOUR EYES
LIVED
ON YOUR CHEEKS
AND
DIED ON YOUR LIPS.

mr-poetry - nanjam2@hotmail.com

Last night more happened
then I really expected
you said you love me.