This is just plain amazing!

When I was young I wanted to be a snow ball. But as I aged I became but a large flake. You see my child, global warming kills dreams too.

Your Mother

I don't even remember
why I'm glad.
I cannot fathom
why you're sad.
All I know is
mother's mad.
So my brother
you know that's bad.

Trendy? Hardly.

I don't care for convention. I'm not sold on the idea that there is a scale of beauty or a meter for rating the qualities of one's being. Life cannot be judged on a set of rules for happiness or joy. What is important to me and what has meaning for another need not match nor even overlap. For each person there is but one measure of their worth and it is by the strength of their own convictions alone that this must be realized.