No more flies buzzing in and out through the open door on summer days // No more sun-warmed thresholds as your bare feet make an imprint. // No more stormy nights where you sit quietly inside listening to the wind howl.
Poetry, motherhood and beyond.
No more flies buzzing in and out through the open door on summer days // No more sun-warmed thresholds as your bare feet make an imprint. // No more stormy nights where you sit quietly inside listening to the wind howl.