PicturesPicturesBy: Adam M. SnowCapturing life with precious moments to spare,With smiles and love and timing so rare,Living on forevermore within frames for all to see,With a child's laughter as precious as can be.Capturing memories of a soon forgotten childhood,And family moments that never felt so good.A truthful memoir in beautiful display,Of a family picnic on a newborn summer day.To savor the moments of joyous proportion,Knowing it could all end in distortion.Capturing the moments of an infant's first step,Or a Christmas morn shining with pep.An image of laughter and joyous jest,A friendship jokes what they thought was best.Memories taken of a sweet romance,Of two young kids at their first school dance.Capturing life with precious moments to spare,With smiles and love and timing so rare.
Forsaken MeForsaken MeBy: Adam M. SnowNight by night, I lie awake wishing for soothing rain,With loss of hope and faith I ask to ease this lonely pain.With feeling lost and full of doubt, struggling through this frozen time,And this stench of lies between the worldly grime,Now follows behind me forevermore.I hear the ghost of mine alone calling throughout the night,With darkness within his voice, tormented with delight."Forsaken me" must he said.And I, afraid of what now to come."Forsaken me" the voice grows strong.And I, longing for what now to come.But thus this be but a dream or thus this be but a life without a dream?A life without faith and hope and all, does it seem?Could this be but a mirror of my life?Forsaken me, is all I hear,Yet it shows me, itself is fear,And I ponder to why it is here.Could it be that death is near?"Forsaken me" must he said.And I, afraid of what now to come."Forsaken me" the voice grows strong.And I, longing for what now to come.Again, must I