Little boy Bobby

This baby face I have never kissed but know so well as it is one I grew up alongside and then again held as my own.

Fully fledged

Holding tight to the porcelain edge

Wishing to be the eagle upon my chest

Wings spread and fully-fledged

Human & Homeless

It is hard not to walk past someone, homeless or not, and write their life story out in your own mind without a rethought or wonder for the persons well being.