The ground outside is hard, but spring hasn't forgotten the promises.

The beauty seen is always made.

Time doesn't steal; it only weaves.

Just a memory of laughter in the well.

We celebrate the light you sent,

A love that is not truly spent.

“Life is just time and how you spend it.”

Only the memory is home.

My heart is a river stone.

“The pain of nothing left is worse than the day I went away.”

A tribute to my beloved mother, M.
Penned by her hand, this piece is a home built from the very words she lives in.

Filling the void where tulips should be.

Temporary moments that announce change.

Words that struggle to be found again.

Silent exit, worst kind.

September’s strict ledger.

Understanding silence, mail-less letters, and the mystery of misplaced medicine.

Snowflakes and initials.

Causing paing to lessesn your own.

Running for nothing.

Offering shelter to souls who never stay.