About Gina LaRoche

Poem #1 Who will I be tomorrow?  Who will emerge in my skin, with my hair and my smile in the morning? What shape will I take? What name will I choose? What will be my deepest longing? How will I know myself? Who will I be tomorrow?   Poem #2 Father turtle reminded me […]

Metta Experienced I saw my tree today My heart burst open with joy and love It had been a year We hugged I lingered, holding on, snow beneath me Wondering if I was remembered We kissed and remain ever connected