Cecelia MarshallBeetle in My PocketIn a blooming garden, amidst the peonies and daisies so tall,Nov 21, 2021Nov 21, 2021
Cecelia MarshallPlastic Bag Blowing in the WindThere was a time when the skipping of leaves along the pavement in the breeze left a friendly sound. A lyrical dance without rhythm, and…Nov 14, 2021Nov 14, 2021
Cecelia MarshallWhat Will You Tell Them?20 years from now when this pandemic has passedOct 24, 2021Oct 24, 2021
Cecelia MarshallKyle and the Lost MailroomKyle the Koala sat on his swivel high chair with his nose buried deep into the piles of mail that towered on his desk. They were so tall…Oct 20, 2021Oct 20, 2021