Poems

Words

Are gifts by humans to humans. They can build or destroy upon belief.

Go slow, There’s nothing but here, There’s nowhere to go. Go slow, Don’t rush,

My body is a loan from Dahma to nurture and care. Just like I

My husband gifts me with sparks of life simply by his existence It’s not

Whenever there’s light we attach how fun! you change as the light shifts i can’t

I’m back from work looking forward to spend some time with you You’re tired Time