When baby sleeps; her bright head nodding on your shoulder, her hair gently tickling your neck and chin with downy feathers, her breath quick, then slow – a gentle in and out of a silent summer’s eve. Her baby sweat like dew on dawn’s meadow rises, filling your nostrils with its sweet smell […]
Hydrangea Still-life These Hydrangea on my table sit in pale pink and blue clusters; each four-petal flowerette its own song of compatibility. They crush together like people crowded on a rush-hour commuter bus. Freckles of flower sediment dust the chocolate table around the vase like powdered sugar sprinkled on brownies. The pale pink-to-green ribbon gathers
Our ancestors have left a fine example of selflessness, work ethic and gratitude. Let us remember.
