Savoring what lingers
In the air
Memories of dreams and playful hearts lay dormant under a blanket of ivy.
As a canopy spread over delicate leaves
wilting growth reached for speckled light
finding its way through
It is always a treat when my daughter comes home to visit. She brings her 'children' with her so they can join us for some beach time run and romp sessions.
His first tattoo was at the age of 14 in 1952 paying homage to his mother and brothers.
I assumed all dads were covered in artwork and words.
Here in the pleasant dark, a flood of emotions rush to the front with a woeful longing to being felt.