When she was two years oldwith white dress and a ribbonher hand she gave to holdher legs still soft had jiggled.The father held the childand helped her take a stepthe tyke he swung up highwith vigor and strong pep.Later in the daythey came to be togetherthe children...
When she was one year oldher mother tied a ribbon,her head was small and boldand kept on slightly bobbing. The mother and her babestood in a field of rocks,they squeezed their eyes and smiledat a man with a picture box. The mother young and prettylooked forth with...
Come hold my hand and walk with me by the orange n’ lemon trees hold my hand and never let it go. Come see the beauty of the day the lazy clouds and birds at play and purple flowers on the hills below. Come sing the morning song with me dance aloud and jump up...
Narrow minds and futile battlesshatter dreams that could have beengone illusions of graceful livingseeking meaning in between. Falling down and getting upstumbling all alongto find a balance in a lifethat lost its morning song. Broken glass and tall closed...
Barbary Figs
$500.00
