Year by year, season by season, day by day
quietly in the memories of children I live.
In my sleeves, drifting in peaceful slumber
tiny whispered wishes, two or three.
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Year by year, season by season, day by day
quietly in the memories of children I live.
In my sleeves, drifting in peaceful slumber
tiny whispered wishes, two or three.
Comments are closed.
A Meditative Journey with Saldage 
Words that invite reflection. A moving trio of images and words. Nicely done, Bren.
Thanks Jeff