We stand we stare,
A glance a glare...

Sweet child
Blessed child...

My bodies drained
My hearts in pain...

Born to live, to age, to die,
Born to aspire to caress to watch the world go by...

To My sons that I love an adore,
It's your time to go forth, to grow and explore...

A CLOSET'S THOUGHTS
What is life, when feeling sad...

A TRAMPS LIFE
Damp cold and so alone...

A mother lies, as her child weeps,
Tears of despair stain the cotton sheets...

Time heals or so they say,
Memories age - fade - and die away...

They look I stare,
A glance a glare...

Hi Pam.
I am thinking back to times...

Artistically brushed are puffs of velvet tufts,
Melded of shimmering starlets, like jewels to...