F

Many times I have fallen short of men’s expectations.

Not all Failure is the Mother of Success.

Only Faith carried me through the dingy alley of life
so that I could see the light my Father shone on me.

Falling Apart

How come
I cannot gather the crumbs
from the floor

They were once
sweet aromatic
home baked cookies

They were once
kneaded with
loving hands

They were once grains
scattered around
waiting to be moulded
into one