everybody has crosses to bear
there are no exceptions
maybe tomorrow i'll crucify mine
emotions are moment to moment
like a wounded pacifier trickling
in the distance a cat cries
as a baby struggles with dreams
reality etched in each
similiar in sound and style
as leaves hunt for other leaves
while crayoned colors follow lines
measured in tea spooned variance
she stands on my toes as we dance
she whispers that i'm the king of romance
breakfast is served
cappaccino jam toast and family
will you play with me
such a silly question
i brought a recipe for apple pie
duplication not intended
nowhere has value when found
marshmellows roasted twig to flame
by ritt