The irony... I bleed words for others, craft thoughts all carefully bound. Mine, rendered mute or torn screaming from reluctant pen. Wherefore art thou gentle prose? I miss thee and thine insightful flows...
2, 4, 6, 8 Who do We Appreciate—Teachers!
Last day of school! Who would have guessed the mixed blessing that is? I am happy and sad all together. And really should be preparing for vacation, but need to pause for a moment first. With another school year come to an end, I can't help but reflect. There have been field trips, assemblies, tests,… Continue reading 2, 4, 6, 8 Who do We Appreciate—Teachers!
poetry the world is my stage to let artistic thoughts fly on poetry day #worldpoetryday forests a breath of your air your carpeted floor on feet my forest, our world #internationaldayofforests #IntlForestDay single parents one pair of arms one set of eyes one beat of time - for you all I ever wished for all… Continue reading Celebration Days