11/06/88 old poems I wrote when my mom was sick, I was 15

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