Poem by Pete Sierra (email address supplied)
My Dead Child
When I was a kid I loved everything,
Everything was interesting to me,
I wanted to do everything,
Then came the teachers armed with noes,
"Don't do this, don't do that" game me shape,
 Now, narrow as a knife, I dig deep for love. Pete Sierra

Untitled by Susanna
The dance of life is short and sweet, the manifested forms are hard to beat.
So celebrate and enjoy what's here and now before you take your final bow.
Do not worry, stress or strain, being here now will keep you sane.