Last night, I dreamt of my son, The beneficent smile, His understanding of some of life’s lessons, Lessons that I[…]
Continue reading …
Last night, I dreamt of my son, The beneficent smile, His understanding of some of life’s lessons, Lessons that I[…]
Bucky, in later years How far to A. C.? Sixty-six miles to go. The wind is slowing my bike. Draft[…]
You crocheted sixty-three squares of unrepeating loving. Soft gray yarn stretched, sprang right back after misunderstanding. Patterns of popcorn, shells,[…]