Dec 2, 2016tending loveHearts 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,...
Aug 3, 2016my armsYou 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...
May 15, 2016whispering dustI visit her often my mother of nearly 100 years who sits in timeless pause, absent of her surroundings. Dust accumulated furniture with...
Mar 16, 2016the messengerSomething sacred dwells here, its message speaks…… Hands that hold hearts, gentle be your grasp, light be your touch, full be your reach....