My Mother’s Soul
Mother's library was sacrosanct. We were allowed inside, but with restrictions. The first and lowest shelf held our books, kid books with tall, narrow spines and lots of pictures. The second held toys, knickknacks, and…
Mother's library was sacrosanct. We were allowed inside, but with restrictions. The first and lowest shelf held our books, kid books with tall, narrow spines and lots of pictures. The second held toys, knickknacks, and…
It's in their eye, this moment, You can see it, there now, An unspoken glimmer, The link between generations, A knowing beyond words, The real rite of passage, 'Ner known nor fathomed ', Till granted…
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