Tag: The Works of Erin Galloway

Listen. Look. Feel.

Look. Listen. Feel. A poetry collection from childhood.

There

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.

In the Dark of Night

All original. The Works of Erin Galloway. May 22, 1995.

Grandma’s Rocking Chair

The Works of Erin Galloway; January 13, 1995.

Weep

I still sit and weep.

Like A Child

Like a Child. A poem from 13.

The Meaning is the Learning

The Meaning is the Learning. A poem from 13.

Moonlight

Young love. A poem from 13.

Holding Me Near

Young love. A poem from 13.

Whispers in the Wind

A poem from 13 years old.

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