cynthiabuhainbaello Writing

A baby's laughter always makes me smile.

After the loved one departs, his voice still echoes in the heart.

Life becomes more harsh as one grows with age.

The ability to walk gives one freedom, once that is impaired, one is sentenced to a life of permanent chains.

Rain so soft and soothing relaxes the mind.

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This is a poem about my late brother's sneakers, left outside his house after he died.

Some poets use poetry to attack other poets, and it is a sad preoccupation

Getting out of a bad marriage is like breaking ties with a bank.

This is a true story.

Poem about present day violence and killings in schools.