Happy for Her

~ for S.L. ~ The other day, in the wee hours While I couldn't sleep A pencil sketch - long and tenderly held, within my heart - Fading, yet never doomed to oblivion Emerged from my nimble fingertips It was of her and me, aged five and seven Carefree and innocent Walking together along the … Continue reading Happy for Her

The Struggle

by Paul Raworth Bennett in support of a good friend Her shrink asks how is Bree He merely wants to see How well that she may be So fudge the truth does she I’m on my meds, she'll say And thus Doc's fears allay Since Doc has no X-ray His trust she does betray They … Continue reading The Struggle