Daydreams

What are daydreams ~ Simply insubstantial things Memory and imagination mingled That hope might find her place Like prayers of child-like faith Suspended In innocent sophistication  For my heart still hopes...

Letters

I remember when you and your cousin Ann came to stay with your great grandmother one summer weekend when you were 17. I first saw you down at the pond. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you, you made sure of that. Then Sunday morning at...

Smiles

I’ve thought of you today. Too much goes on, time flies too soon, and yet, you come unbiden and I stop and smile… I write and I think, if only moments were you and not just words on a page. My words cannot capture you and the moments slip...