Poetry: by Evette Harvey

Hold On To Your Dream

 

 

There's a voice that calls to some of us
From somewhere deep inside

Writing On The Wall

A weary mother returned from the store,
Lugging groceries through the kitchen door.
Awaiting her arrival was her 8 year old son,
Anxious to relate what his younger brother had done.

Keep Them Close

One day a mother died.
And on that clear, cold morning,
in the warmth of her bedroom,

the daughter was struck with
the pain of learning that sometimes
there isn't any more.

Choose Your Direction

As you travel through life there are always those times
When decisions just have to be made,
When the choices are hard, and solutions seem scarce,

I Follow My Dreams

I get laughed at,
I get ignored,
I often feel trapped,
and keep my thoughts stored,
people can be cruel and very mean,