Oh! String those simple beads of love
On golden threads of truth….

An imagrey poem about the calm and quiet of one sitting alone in the dark. Enjoy!

Sonnet.

Poem.

A birthday poem for my two year old granddaughter Brianna.

Angela had a lot of things that she loved but cherished her jewel box for its contents told a story about her and her family.

A sonnet about falling in love and that first kiss.

Progress on websites and whatever.

Made with pretty iridescent beads.

Together they may wash a road or down a bridge…