A Sestina- for my nephew

Your little hands wrap around my finger It was then that I understood how a heart can grow in size, even for something so little. Outside, the sun has just risen, the beams of light shining on your delicate face. I softly hum lullabies to you in the quiet.   There was one thing that … Continue reading A Sestina- for my nephew

Self Love Poem.

Though you might think that I am weak, I am the thunder in the morning that wakes you, and I am the breeze that kisses your cheek. I am built of golden hair, impulsive tattoos, rosy cheeks, poetry, and I know who I am. I am resilient like a rooted tree in the middle of … Continue reading Self Love Poem.