There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be ... Read more

Childhood is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies

Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age The child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where ... Read more

A Missing Child

Unique A creation Like no other Perfect made A snowflake Fresh fallen Gently held Still in her palm Disappeared Melted to a single ... Read more

Baby Boy Blue

Some memories come easily, like a movie reel running through my mind. Just snippets . . . bits and pieces here and there . . . of life with my ... Read more