Scott Whitby, 2023 The trough of every wave has a crest The dark of every night, tomorrow just wait Every storm, a rainbow (somewhere)...

Scott Whitby, 2023 The most cherished of my childhood memories is waking up in a cold room without the wherewithal to find my cover. ...

Scott Whitby, 2023 You were so knowing like nothing I had seen, with words I'd never heard even in poems then you became my friend I...

Scott Whitby, 2023 Where were You when I scraped my knees, when I was cold, scared, and couldn't sleep Where were You when when Dad...