My Beloved

A Poem. Just your flock.

1 min readNov 20, 2021


This where we may eat.

This where we may speak.

This be where we may dance.

Encompass me in the softest of cloth;

dripping in romance.

He is dressed in his blue hues —

and God help me; the only sight…

a place of sound, and of mind;

he is kind.

Yesterday; I became a kinder woman.




Writer. Poet. Holding onto Hope. I still Grieve the Loss of my Angel Babies. My writing reflects this, and other Trauma’s. I have a teenage son, and 2 cats!