ShareThis poem was written just a few days after my firstborn son was born and as my Grandma Stratton was slowly slipping away from mortality. Grandma had suffered a stroke that kept her bedridden and...Read More
"...I close my eyes at journey’s end, and sit beneath the shade.
The heat of travel flows from my fingertips and toes to the soil beneath me,
The earth returns a cool stillness in trade.
I open m...Read More