I had a teacher who told us to go out that week and see how many Mercedes cars we noticed. When I came back I told her I had seen a lot! She asked me if I had seen any junk cars. I told her I didn't remember seeing any. The next week she reversed …
Poetry: Box
There is this box at times I find myself in it is not anything planned but the lid just opens...and somehow I find myself in I have had my box since being a little girl it called to me... told me I was bad...but the box would keep me safe So I would crawl into …
Box
There is this box at times I find myself in it is not anything planned but the lid just opens...and somehow I find myself in I have had my box since being a little girl it called to me... told me I was bad...but the box would keep me safe So I would crawl into …
Poetry: Tribute to my father
To Dad on Father's Day I remember... you being the playful, affectionate dad and all three of us piling on your back playing, laughing, loving. My father's love. I remember... the joyful trips you took us on seeing the world doing things other kids could only dream of doing. My father's love. I remember... you …
Tribute to my father
To Dad on Father's Day I remember... you being the playful, affectionate dad and all three of us piling on your back playing, laughing, loving. My father's love. I remember... the joyful trips you took us on seeing the world doing things other kids could only dream of doing. My father's love. I remember... you …
Lizbeth (end of the world)
They came in flocks. It all started long ago in a quiet sleepy town. Lizbeth was an innocent, a babe thrown into the wild and chaos of earth. Nobody really knows exactly what happened. But one crisp, blue morning, a scream was heard for miles. There was no mistake who was screaming. You have to …
Lizbeth
They came in flocks. It all started long ago in a quiet sleepy town. Lizbeth was an innocent, a babe thrown into the wild and chaos of earth. Nobody really knows exactly what happened. But one crisp, blue morning, a scream was heard for miles. There was no mistake who was screaming. You have to …
Poetry: For the animals….
For the Animals I sit here in pain with tears gently flowing into the rivers of pain there are too many rivers where does one start? the animals are drowning does anyone hear them? There are too many rivers of pain adults have a choice they can leave reach out for help speak up, speak …
For the animals….
For the Animals I sit here in pain with tears gently flowing into the rivers of pain there are too many rivers where does one start? the animals are drowning does anyone hear them? There are too many rivers of pain adults have a choice they can leave reach out for help speak up, speak …
Poetry: Tribute to my mother
For Mom on Mother's Day I Remember.... when I was in pain and/or sick, my mom was there to hold me in her arms. She gave me such feelings of safety and security and her understanding and compassionate heart knew no bounds. My mother's love. I Remember.... when I was off to College, away from …
Kim Hiles, Author | Educator 