A woman historian searches for the meaning of life and death among the living and those who are not.
Come walk with me
Come walk with me among the stones and trees, away from the distractions and we will reflect on what truly matters. . . .
Friday, June 5, 2015
This Little Life
This little life
a whole person
a little spirit
contained for a time
touched my heart
then wisped away
I mourn you, long to hold on
to you
This little, fluttering life,
this precious, little life.
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