You were only a little girl
thirteen years or so...

82 Days
Beneath my Mother's Eyes...

A Boy Called Baby Squirrel
I watched from the corner of my eye...

Floating so gracefully
peace within my soul...

You have never seen but more
than a picture of me nor I of you...

In a small town not so far away
just down the winding road a bit...

When times are tough
and your spirits are down...

The year is 2010
Many moons have come and gone...

As the sun beams down it's warmly rays
kissing the surface of a wandering stream...

Arms so protective
hold her baby near...

~*~ A Name Is A Title, Life Is A Book ~*~
~*~ Only You Can Write The Pages...

Clear pictures emerge
From a poet's flowing words...