Plethora of poetry, pinches of essay, dash of memoir.
This was lovely. The last lines just tug a heart. It brought back memories of walking with my three when they were little...there was magic in the walks.
three steps for one of mine...love how you start this - and then every word that follows..so full of love and care..downright beautiful jerry!
"The inside child dances on a picnic tablewith no fear of edges."I love this.
So, you made a little time to stop by. You are welcome any time...speak freely.