Scribbled Canvas

Hearts are not made to be won taken as if by conquest by some overwhelming force. They are only made to be given away gently and freely,...

You curled into my arms once upon a time when tears, fears, and sleepy eyes brought you there. How I miss the warmth of your soul safe...

I visit her often my mother of nearly 100 years who sits in timeless pause, absent of her surroundings. Dust accumulated furniture with...

Something sacred dwells here, its message speaks…… Hands that hold hearts, gentle be your grasp, light be your touch, full be your reach....

I know not your name, but I can feel you in my chest. I know not the curve of your face, or the tone of your voice, but I already love...

In the autumn of life when leaves cling fiercely to each other aware of the imminent fall to winter, I reach for your hand. Snowfall...

Oh, my sweet girl in ladybug boots how lovely your wonder as you step to the call of puddles, and mud, and places mommy warns about....

How do you not lose yourself? How do you hold on when perched upon a tree of seasons, adventures, and love fused in the life of two...

I selected it just for you… a special tone… a ring like the quiet clang of fine crystal kissing gently in a shared toast. Yet, when...