I wrote this before and after my second son was born...

This part was about his father...

His heart most precious beyond any stone
the warmth within his body can alone
heat the wicks which spark each of my candles

The touch of his skin wakes each veins bloodflow to its full capacity. A lesson of love taught to this man was well learned.

His eyes dance upon my body forcing sweetened vibes. The passion within his soul leaks throughout and into every living organism which surrounds him.

Now a father to my child, still a boy lost in play he deserves all the best in sunlight and more by end of day.

Willing to go beyond his measures he still amazes me in his actions in which I say are beautiful in every waking hour and even in my dreams, to think of these beginnings is sewing grateful at the seams. Sept 19, 2006


I don't know what went wrong


The other was before his birth...

My dream is to have a child and name it beautifully and able it to see all that I was not offered to see. I want her to be loved so much that it makes up for what was often absent from me. I want Him to have a father that is usually there unlike society.

I want to shower her in gifts and make her happy beyond compare, I want him to have cute little dimples and soft brownish hair. I want him to look up at me with love in his eyes while she makes me xmas cards and a birthday surprise.

All these things I do ask with prayers in my heart that daddy and mommy will see all of this and never be apart...please God I love you.