"A Quarrel with a Baby Bird"
A little Wren's Chick, mine
With A Pitterpat Heart
I disagree that poetry is an Art
It is a way of living
it is a way of giving
yourself, your soul, your energy
the mind is its its own place
and here i stay
A little Wren's Chick, Mine
With a Pitterpat Heart
He yelled at me today and said
"Noone wants to read your poetry anyway!"
"So Stop Writing It!"
What A Tender thought, i smile,
 to cease writing is as to cease living
to cease to feel one's existence tanigbly
is to cease to be alive
poetry is the ashes of a fire
that is a well lived life.
My Son's Tears stung more
Than his words did.
A little Wren's Chick, mine
With a Pitterpat Heart,
My Life, My Soul,
My Meaning, My Heart!
Theodore, Thee Art My Art!