Most times, I’d lean my back there and listen to her for hours.I’d stare at the pattern of clouds that hovered above my head,The wind…
Poet & Storyteller
Most times, I’d lean my back there and listen to her for hours.I’d stare at the pattern of clouds that hovered above my head,The wind…
I still miss you.Sometimes I wonder if you miss meAs much as I dream that you do.If I am even a second thought, if you…
Your voice forms the bricksof a well-built home. It holds in warmth on a hot day,stores heat on the cold ones.Your voice is a shelterone…