Puzzle me sweetly
I'm searching for the key
Lonely furrows are the seams of my brow
Puzzle me neatly
The truth hidden in a smile
Sunday, April 2, 2017
Saturday, April 1, 2017
My stolen grandmother
She sat in the sunshine gazing across the yard into her past. She spoke of her memories as though they happened today. But she does not recognize my face.
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