His Pen in My Hand

Playing in the floor was my little baby boy, Gently cooing fondly  o’re  his toy, Then I heard his struggling effort  And I glanced u...

A face of stone with empty eyes arose from sodden clay, Carved by works of humankind with chisel sharp and grey, It’s hands required fo...

There are many maidens searching For what can make them beautiful They spend their days concerning Whether not they’ve reached their ...

With scrub brush in hand and soaps for to clean, The vacuum right ready to conquer my dream. I vividly pictured a sparkling tub, Ultr...

What if my house was always  spotless, What if my floors were  clean, What if my laundry was washed and folded, What if my mirrors  g...

Wherever you may go, Wherever you may lodge, Your people shall be mine, Your God shall be my God. This I vow to you, To you I wil...

I held it with fondness, beholding each trace Such feelings of love made my heart skip inside, I wanted to guard  it,  I wanted to keep...