Hello, my name is Shirley. I started writing at the age of 5, when I began piano lessons, namely lyrics to songs I created. In between, I read anything I could get my hands on from Moby Dick to Great Expectations, and even the Bible, from start to finish. Writing is a passion for me.... I love to create stories to take the reader on a journey far far different from their own. My poems are and have always been, a reflection of my insights, observations and experiences throughout life. Hope you enjoy my works, as much as I enjoy writing them. Best wishes, SJ Sinister
~A Father and his Son~
He stands aside and watches, amazed at what he sees. A tiny image of himself- the offspring of his seed.
Before he knows a year has passed, his child is now afoot. Testing, tasting, exploring- the how, when, where and what.
His little one is growing fast, already starting school. The first day is the hardest, for Dad to play it cool.
Anxiety at separation, most common so they say. For Dad it's even harder, to have his son away.
But soon he does adjust, falling into a routine, Of school drop off and pick up, and working in-between.
No sooner he can blink, it's graduation day, With college on the horizon, and no more time to play.
The next four years fly by, in a crazy, hazy whirl, Now his son is getting married, to a very lovely girl.
Within a year or two, another joins the flock, Dad is suddenly a Grandpa, babysitting round the clock.
Now the doctor tells him, he has three months to live, His body is worn out, and has nothing left to give.
He spends the time remembering, his life and gracious son, Until he takes his last breath, and joins his Dad, beyond.
