Naomi's Poems, etc

  I saw a woman today during her last moments before death and her devoted nephew by her side wallowing his breath. Sad yet confused, knowin...

  Can we be a rock that's standing tall but be soft enough to give a hug and feel the warmth of life and day and settle with the trees w...

Saying goodbye can make us cry Ohh, that dear loved one who brought us love and sweet perfumes, I'll never forget the times we spent. I...

  We may feel like we can be ourselves with certain people- We feel comfortable with them, we can be real with them, we can be creative, and...

  On our road ahead how come sometimes it feels like we are going backwards and we get so mad at ourselves for allowing it so for we should ...

  Flickering lights in the night away wondering the streets while thinking of play. Yet noone seems around to merrily say- Let this moment ...

I've invited myself to finally be real I've invited myself to let go of stuff I held on for so long Stuff of sorrow Stuff of pain St...