May God bless you and your...
Dear Mom, how I miss you.
Id sure love to kiss you
On your face
While we embrace.
Id love to hear your voice;
It would make me rejoice
To be in your presence one more time.
Instead, Im writing you this rhyme.
Its all your fault, you know,
The way you named me so,
After a poets last name.
Thats why rhymings my game!
You used to say, Youre a poet;
Dont you know it?
Your feet show it;
Theyre longfellows!
Oh,...
Shelley Evans
April 19, 2019 | Bakersfield, CA | Daughter



