A Trio of Poetry

Longing to be barefoot

Feet trapped,
in hot black shoes,
rest upon the grass,
wishing to be free,
to feel the soft green blades,
tickling at their toes.


Talking to Strangers

If you've ever taught a child,
you've said don't talk to strangers,
and yet how else is there,
to make a brand new friend?

Friendship Pains

With true friendship,

comes the pain,

bitter sweet,

of honesty.

No secrets,

means no hiding,

the struggle to keep,

a friendship pure.