Time burrows with horrors laying dormant behind icy mirrors. Loneliness echoes from regret's bellows. rustling memories’ leaves tumbling like dominoes.
I will always remember fondly a folding lawn chair Pulled up to the edge of a blue plastic pool
To change where I am is the easy part. To change who I am is difficult, hardly possible. But without this change, nothing will change
Now, 5 1/2 years later, I find August approaching quickly. August 4th is a day that I will always pause and honor my mom. I will always remember her, share her life and the stories I remember with my children and anyone that will listen.
Our love is the thread And I am holding you. You are the kite up there That I am looking up to. Don’t worry. One day I’m going to set you free. When you can fly anywhere Without me holding…