My Wretched Home

Author's note: This poem is perhaps just a frustrated rant, but nevertheless is in keeping with the spirit of 'writing on a whim.' I would like to add however, that if you read this and think,"that's one strange family" I'll say you are really blessed and to never take your loved ones for granted.   … Continue reading My Wretched Home



The world is brisk And everything at our fingertips, Yet we're always short of What we have striven to save.   Hurrying to and fro Between our homes and work. Having no time "to stand and stare." Trying to be in both places at times Being in neither in truth.   Wave after wave of … Continue reading Time