There are moments when I capture something so special and think, "Why me..." To you it's a picture of two young men kissing a woman; to me it's a picture of a mother's strength.
I need to give my mum a solid hug, kiss, and "Thank you for loving me."
Earlier this evening, my brother asked me if I still performed poetry. As I looked at his message, I tried to remember the last time I saw his face within the crowd of anything which I was a part of,
One of my sisters lives in Poland and she requested, some time back, that I send her pictures of California, she said she wanted sunshine and palm trees. IF you know me, you know I've been racking my