Was a good day. Baby Mia was born.
Was a good day. Baby Mia was born.. (She is three now.) I told the hateful man. Life is more than us. We are what we leave behind. My fourth grandchildren was born… Continue reading
Was a good day. Baby Mia was born.. (She is three now.) I told the hateful man. Life is more than us. We are what we leave behind. My fourth grandchildren was born… Continue reading
The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I do remember you.. When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know. We have few mentors and people who shall… Continue reading
Little wildflower.. My raven hair beauty sitting in the valley of wildflowers. Her river blue eyes are swimming in the beauty of the warm and the perfect Spring days. I sat at her… Continue reading
Part 2… Beautiful Sharon.. Maybe the “The Quiet man whiskey” was too good tonight. Beautiful Sharon whispering song to me and I told the night. I need the learn the Devil song again.… Continue reading
When love is near… You and I, we love the Big Sur. We wanderlust her from sea to the hidden waterfall. I loved your sly kisses at the River Inn and the long… Continue reading
You are my poetry… Forlorn love, treasured memories. You used to read poetry to me by the candle light. You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard. Once we… Continue reading