• Poems of my Own



    One child
    Blue eyes
    Not mild
    One life
    One heart
    One smile
    Has no poems
    Of her own
    Her dreams
    Have not flown
    One morning
    One day
    One night
    Her dreams
    Will soon take flight
    No one will scoff,
    In spite
    For many have shown,
    These poems of my own.