Paul's Poems

Poems

by Ed Demars

Mother You are my mother my very best friend You brought me into this world, and I love you for that. You've pushed me and helped me all my life. I would not be able to write how much I love you. Ed Demars

Sledding Our bodies are tired We race down the tracks The jumps look like big potato sacks Hands getting blue Face getting red Dress warmly or you'll wind up dead Fast as a rocket Flying through space Now we're still picking up pace Just one more time Before we go We must go We still want to play in the snow Ed Demars