Look. Listen. Feel. A poetry collection from childhood.
I spent my childhood moving from one location to another. Family to family, home to home, school to school. Adjust, then readjust. Make friends, then say goodbye. Start over. Be the new girl. Then do it all again. It’s easy to tell ourselves that the next place will be better than this one. Sometimes it is, sometimes it’s not. In the end, we find paradise within.
The Works of Erin Galloway; January 13, 1995.
I Caught Myself
May we be determined, this year, to find our gold.
I still sit and weep.
Like a Child. A poem from 13.
The Meaning is the Learning. A poem from 13.
Young love. A poem from 13.