that was not my name
when our children played by the fire
casting shadows on the sentinel trees
sending laughter among the branches
up to the stars.
We curled in our crowded den
-all of us-
hearts warmer than heaven’s jewel.
that was not my name
when our children played by the fire
casting shadows on the sentinel trees
sending laughter among the branches
up to the stars.
We curled in our crowded den
-all of us-
hearts warmer than heaven’s jewel.