time to bid you farewell though it seems that you just walked across the grass wet with dew a few short mornings ago knocked on the door satchel in tow, announcing your arrival there you stood dressed in your blue jumper pants rolled up and barefooted from summer, pockets filled with this and that trinkets… Continue reading oh September
Month: September 2018
the swing
I sit outside on the porch as a warm breeze blows through and twenty-two years disappear the sun shines bright, illuminating a golden afternoon, and there you are, carefully taking one step after another holding the hand of the one you adored and who cherished you right back she leads you to your birthday gift… Continue reading the swing
I Might Need A Nap 