A hot day in late May.
Skies grey…distant thunder rumbling.
How might I tell the story of the wild wind blowing?
A World Singing
An entire symphony - I thought.
And I sat…and I listened….and I’m quite sure I heard the whole world singing.
Forget-me-not. Forget-me-not. Forget-me-not.
Because I Can
I remember - once she asked - if I was going to capture every moment of spring.
And of course - I said - yes.
Because I can…
Because it’s filled with beauty and hope…
Because it comes and it goes….its time never lasts.
Oh - how I wish she might ask me again.
On what would be her 84th birthday.
Always holding on….never forgetting…remembering my mother.