Winter’s Footprint

Time burrows with horrors laying dormant behind icy mirrors. Loneliness echoes from regret's bellows. rustling memories’ leaves tumbling like dominoes.
August and I

August and I

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…