I sensed a deep root of love beneath her veneer of toughness honed from days of mental abuse— dad did often so after a night drinkin’ about town. Mom...
Cries of joy as memories from my childhood -- two boys eleven or twelve jumping with life while I aware of my weight tummy pushing forward grey hair...
Suffused with light white crystals I claim avid curiosity at a sudden change -- from a kaleidoscope of coloured season to a sweeping frosty chill all...
