Life advice from someone still reading the instructions.
Honey the Bunny by: Roxanne A bunny named Honey lay on his tummy in his small home in TennesseePatiently, he'd wait while his roommate set up the marqueeAlthough it was roomy, he always felt gloomyFor there was one thing they never agreedWhether to have biscuits wtih apple or Timothy.
Fireflies By: Roxanne Fireflies mingle Among the courageous gravesWhere the young boy cries.
In observance of National Child Abuse Prevention Month in April, I wrote a new poem. For Our Daughter By: The Sacred Fox Filled with false cheer, I grin,His fingers joined through mine.Biting back distress, I acquiesce,For none know I have hidden the signs. My family and friends know him well,Yet I cannot bear to break... Continue Reading →
The Sacred Fox 