redthai Writing

My, Oh! My, how time flies I noticed Sprinkling of greys around the edges of me Fine minuscule crinkles at the corners of my eyes of r..

To My Son…Jamal.. A boy, a beautiful boy Hiding self beneath heavy cloak of confused anger lost in lies and uncertainty Look..

I am me, woman, mother, friend, and lover Shadow, with remnants of a past self I wonder, If God can see me I hear whispers of angels,..

A short poem about a good cry