I smile and talk about my weekend how the moving and getting settled is coming along…I hear about baseball games and…
Everything About The Sun
Poetry
Sweet little children hearts running free you poor little baa-lambs becoming sheep just…
I can’t believe
I let you touch me
and let your poison
get on me
I scrub and scrub
but i’m stained deep
“Love is so short, forgetting is so long.”― Pablo Neruda