My son wrote me a poem today...and I normally would not do this......but

Just me and my mom
I love my mom
She loves me
She is kool








I LOVE YOU SON!

Living life to survive

Learning everything

Knowing nothing

Life is a refry of death

Little Chinese Girl

Men stare and touch me

Drag me across unknown territories

Treat as me as inferior

All to get a little trim

Prairie winds blowing

I wish I weren’t going

I‘m just a simple peasant girl

No need for whirls

I am not a pearl

I’m a little Chinese girl

Not aiming to please

How many have died

out on those plains

Waiting for the homeland

How many burials never marked

Scattered across the west

Tributes to an unknown slavery

Prairie winds blowing

I wish I weren’t going

I‘m just a simple peasant girl

No need for whirls

I am not a pearl

no title...sorry

How do you stop living in the past?

Shutting out memories is inconceivable…

Trying to face them makes you weak…

Acceptance doesn’t rid you…

Leaving is obsolete….

Nasty memories stalk sanity….

You cannot escape with sleep….

Dreams are vivid reminders…

They bring the dead back..

And make the living dead…

All behind your closed eyelids

In moments of peace

Memories rush at you

Crushing solitude into

A million little pieces

You never feel safe

From those haunting

Bits of time

That devour your soul

Fresh memories never erase

Only make more poignant

Those demonic memories

THAT REFUSE TO LEAVE

So the question remains

How do you stop living in the past

Shutting out inconceivable memories

That weakens you

Perhaps ripping your soul to shreds

Propagating your own death

Will finally release you

Into total oblivion