The Curling Tendrils All around me , I see the memories. The whispers of my love, echoed through the years. Images of the place we lived, when all of us were there. Those times are over now, and isolation makes the distance so much greater. But still the tendrils curl from the past and stealContinueContinue reading “Memory’s Mother”
Monthly Archives: September 2021
The Dreaming Forest
A Long Lost Love
“Art class with the finest teacher…I did not think I liked the man…”
