The gift

Some come wrapped, Some are not , Some are a memory, A warm laugh, The kind of warmth from the love bestowed upon you by a kittens touch, Some gifts are moments frozen, Time stollen, Caught in Iowa’s rag ride, A compact from Tumu with words etched by others hand, Tears that fall when myContinue reading “The gift”

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