Rescue

Rescue I could spend the rest of my life feeding this monster For when I starve it, it doesn’t go away So either way I seem to be a perpetual roommate To something that is destructive to me Right in the midst of making history Right in the midst of a changing tide I decide…

Little Feet

I found one more poem I wrote about Isaiah, so again, in honor of his “gotcha day” I will share it with you. Little Feet I love these little feet They have walked across African soil Now they rest and sleep These feet have seen the women weep They have seen the men’s great toil…