When Mother died a million years ago, I claimed a basket of hers as my inheritance. Round, shallow, lidded, its handle a tall…
Is that the cat running aroundmaking eerie sounds at three in the morningor is it sadness come…
Green tea is not for everyoneI like mine, sweet to tasteWith some mint leavesFor an aromatic scent.
I left you many times and I’m sorry.I believed their love would be greater than yours.And your dark days and darker nights scared me…
