Kris' Poetry

Her first this, Her first thst Her first funny yellow hat Her first time with spaghetti Sauce all over her face Her first time in the garden Dirt all over the place The first time she cried How it broke your heart All those first times They're the best part Sign in to see full entry.

Field of Daisies In a field of daisies I quietly stand The wind at my back The sun on my hand In this field I find peace I gain freedom From painful memories I find peace I don't want to leave And yet I must Take a reprieve But I'll come back When the pain is too great When my soul is too burdened... Sign in to see full entry.