2 min readNov 8, 2022

A Poem. Free-Verse.

Photo by Pascal Meier on Unsplash

I’ve got my eyes on you sir.

You’ve been sneaky before.

What time were you born?


You don’t know?

How truly mysterious…

Yes. This is me being facetious.

One may possibly tell by tone , yet I wouldn’t put my money on me acting “grown.”


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!