I learned only a couple of years ago that I have a cousin by the name of T.S. Elliot, who is well-known for his poetry, so I began writing poetry as a hobby. It has been well received, and I have been published in books of anthology in the International Library of Poetry, Owings Mills, Maryland as well as Noble House in New York City, with offices in London, England and Paris, France. I have two boys, Aaron and Eric who are 38 and 34 years, respectively. I am divorced and live with my white cat, Zoe, in Springfield, Virginia, outside of Washington, DC. I work as an Administrative Assistant for a military research and development firm in Alexandria, VA.
Little boys are made of snails and puppy dog tails
But fathers are made of concern and love
Ready to give aid when the going is rough
Or be a throwing partner with a baseball and glove.
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I had to put you to sleep
It broke my heart to witness your pain
I felt it better to let you go than hang on
Neither of us would have anything to gain.
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A small brown church sits by the road
Unobtrusive, silent, with memories in store.
The old structure drab in color, yet bold
Was painted brown during the great Civil War.
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There once was a 4th Century saint named Nicholas
Born near Myra, near Egypt, Greece and Rome
He came from one of the city’s wealthiest families
Not spoiled by riches, but loved to give, it is known.
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