A number poem about being seventeen:   Seventeen is such a lovely age, Ever on the edge of something new! Vested in a multitude of ...

 A love poem about a new romance:   To love is to be naked to the wind, Holding hands with someone you can’t know. Invested in a bon...

 A poem, never sent, from a mother to a child whom she was forced to surrender:   My heart is like a symphony That sings of only pain. ...

  A Bastille Day poem about the dangers of allowing inequalities between classes to grow too wide:   B eware of inequalities too wide ...

  A poem for Independence Day (USA) about the importance of knowing one’s nation’s history:   Identity requires memory. No less than p...

 A poem for Eid al-Adha about what it means to give a gift:   Everything we give was never ours. It was a gift, as was life itself. ...

 A Father’s Day poem to the almost-father of several miscarriages.   Fear not, for the world is full of beauty, And love’s the song th...