Happy for Her

~ for S.L. ~ The other day, in the wee hours While I couldn't sleep A pencil sketch - long and tenderly held, within my heart - Fading, yet never doomed to oblivion Emerged from my nimble fingertips It was of her and me, aged five and seven Carefree and innocent Walking together along the … Continue reading Happy for Her

My First Kiss

~~ for Lynn S ~~ While staring holes into the sea-foam patterns slipping away in the ferry's wake, my father's arm draped across my small, skinny shoulders, I felt for the first time a melancholy, a sadness, a yearning that I'll never forget. I was eight during that sunny August of 1972, and my family … Continue reading My First Kiss