I was born In Amesbury Massachusetts in nineteen sixty two.
A mother, father, and in time four sisters and two brothers.
We moved out here to California in nineteen sixty six i recall.
I remember living in Lawndale and going to school in kindergarten.
When i was seven in second grade on Halloween night my dad died.
He fell off of a cliff in Palos Verdes in nineteen sixty nine, i remember.
The dreaming little boy found out that life wasn’t so magical after all.
I never stopped my dreaming or gave up on dreams as i went about life.
I’ve had my share of pain and disappointments as i walked my path.
I’ve had friends and family whom have disappeared and gone away.
I have had great times and memory’s through the years, a life.
When i was In Jr. high in Yorba Linda i fell on my head in P.E.
I had my first brain surgery when i was fifteen and told that i
Might die or be in a wheel chair, neither have happened yet.
I’ve walked fifty miles when i was told it wouldn’t happen.
I have three children, two sons and a daughter, I’m alive.
I’m fifty one, started writing poetry when i was thirty five.
I have a wonderful girl friend Kim, I dare to dream. Keith Garrett