My aunt was so full of love She was as pure as a dove She would hurt no one But…
I can tell by his eyes that he thinks I’m guilty. He’s seen too much in his life as a…
She gives herself completely to all around To work so hard and so unselfishly For those she loves Life then…
This idea comes from conversations and giggles with my grandmother. When she was alive and living alone she would tell…
How do you put down on paper what the times meant, when even though you lived them so much more…
At this time of remembrance I’ve been pondering my memories of times where only now I realize something special was…
How I wish you could see what I see. The scenes that go by so that words cannot nor are…
With this being the start of Nanowrimo I’m faced with the blank screen once more. Given my initial understanding of…
THE LETTER The night. How pleasant is the night. It creeps slowly upon you not once rousing your suspicions. How…