A series of poems

an adventure it seems.

Opening doors 

to what's behind the scenes,

each poem with a meaning

a piece of a story.

Some not so sweet,

with these poems.

I confess my life

my uprising and my flaws,

yet I still soar.

Car rides seem like a fever dream

going back and forward

from one house to the next.

At least I can see my mom and grandma,

well that was before my mom had to leave

like I said, 

the car rides seemed like a fever dream.

I know now that it was hard leaving,

three kids begging and pleading

who knew a year would be long for me.

I was little then,

but when you left for Iraq

I felt my heart drop out of my seat.

Having you gone felt like an eternity to me

even after the army

the days you were on the train tracks seemed

long and lonely for me.