poems I wrote for my mom, on this piece of paper I just found. all crunchy and old, from a time when my mom was sick. It was addressed ‘Mother Dear’ and I was 15. how in the world did I ever think this went together?
patterns of gold
patterns of silver
which is more costly
the gold
or the silver
one is more richer
the other, more fancy
I choose the silver
because it delights me, all my love, Colleen Johnson
the sky is blue
the grass is green
you are you
I am me
we are special
each, in our own , together
forever, I hope
we shall stay
Nightshadelane 