Ancient black sharpie scribbles
disrupt the shine
of my old oak table.
I smile,
remembering you then.
always my little boy
14 Jan 2016 1 Comment
a few words spewing from my soul…
14 Jan 2016 1 Comment
Ancient black sharpie scribbles
disrupt the shine
of my old oak table.
I smile,
remembering you then.
Jan 14, 2016 @ 17:27:40
A lovely sentiment, Mims.
The timelessness of time…