Take a look While you are still Take in the humor, and the irony The twists of faith in everything The sky upon the hill Accept what it is, as what is and it will be more mysterious still but accepting it will set you free Don’t be afraid to move around, Till you feel … Continue reading dear Zipporah
Month: November 2014
mom’s poem (age 17)
A child still wanders through the lands that lived in library books and puppet shows I still run bare foot through puddles and stick my fingers in hot pools of melted wax, to remember the feeling of putting small “smell-good-hearts” in your cupped hands The smell of thrift stores, your infectious laugh Though lullabies and … Continue reading mom’s poem (age 17)
Kenzie’s Desk 