What Crosses My Mind

  • Standing Alone

    When I was a child, I could feel the rain if I stepped outside to wait for the clouds I understood the elements could carry a wonderful weight on a summer’s day. I remember that day as a child, my mother would call me in from the rain, to serve me a soup, maybe chicken noodle…

  • Remember Being Young

    Certain pleasure existed as we ran Throughout our homes as lovely children plan. Life for youngsters and forever designs By freedom and love, and wonderful signs. ~ Pure concept of love is not tangible We measure lives by those we find able, Who fill our hearts with memory and sage That certain nature of gathering…