To my mother, of whom I could write a million poems.
If the moon left us stranded
And the sun,
This forsaken land abandoned.
If the stars turned off their lamps,
And the sky began to cry,
And all my friends said bye.
If the birds stopped singing,
And the phones stopped ringing.
If the butterflies all died,
And all the flowers took flight
I'd be alright
Because I'd know
I Still had you
And you're worth more
Through and through.
October 2016
YOU ARE READING
From My Heart
PoetryA collection of poetry Some humorous, some sad and some joyful, but always from the heart. "One day a little mouse Got tired of living in my house Tired of staying on the ground In reach of vicious hounds So out it set upon it's qu...
