I live with my Old English Sheep Dog, Prince, and my ferocious feline, Patches.

I am for animal rights, human rights, world ecology, and peace among all humans.

I am against the use of domestic animals and primates fro research, spousal and child abuse, racism, and the civil rights of convicted felons.

I believe that in order to save the children everyone must become involved via volunteering in some form that directly benefits the status of children in the world.

TOLERANCE PATIENCE UNCONDITIONAL LOVE
These are the keys to world peace.

I am interested in your views on the above. If you would like to comment, please feel free to do so via my e-mail address below.

OPENED BY MISTAKE

Someone carelessly opened the lid.
She was not thinking or maybe, just not caring.
He promised her the world to possess her.
She misread his lust.

Alone now with her infant, she laments.
Defending him for she still loves.
Waiting, trying hard to make do.
She, but a child herself.

Didn't plan it, didn't know what else to do.
The Infant, a beautiful girl.
No income, no family, hope lost.
She lay the sleeping Infant down.

Running from the deed, no backward glance.
Disappearing into the night, praying.
Hot tears, the first of decades to fall.
Desperation, the spoiler of us all.

At morning light, the Infant discovered.
For her, a happy ending.
Media lashes out at the other child.
Unkind words fall like hailstones.

She never meant to open the lid.

INDELIBLE

If only I could get the lid to stay closed.
Oh, I've locked it and thrown away the key years ago.
but still the contents seep out somehow.
Why must I look?

Many times reviewed, they remain the same.
Tattered, smudged, hardly visible but strong and sharp.
Tearing at my stability, wrenching away my shell.
Honesty becomes my worst enemy.

Introspection can not change my sin.
Escape comes only with distraction.
Of this, I am mistress.
Controlling so well. even dreams go unremembered.

To be human is sometimes too much to bear.

RESCUED

Little one tucked away, forced to hide her pain.
Be quiet, be happy faced, no tears for losses.
Inside she felt all but grieved not.

Years passed, her pain intolerable, invisible.
Disappointments, rejections, abandoned.
She, an adult at seven, survived.
Tucked away that hurting child grew not.

One day she yearned for freedom.
Began seeking the door.
This time the little one would save me.
Adult, successful, traveled, creative.

Yet, empty.

Not an easy task, seeking release.
The child laboured diligently.
Five long years.

Light becoming ever more intense.
Encouraging escape.
Then, one last obstacle.
Gaurds all around, she faltered not.

NO MORE, NO MORE!

Thus, freedom arrived.

I'll teach her to be whole, she vowed.
And she did.