I call the old place
Nana answers and says
I’m waiting dinner for you dearie
Dream Of A Memory
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
I call the old place
Nana answers and says
I’m waiting dinner for you dearie
Cozy photo.
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The sweetness of your words here, Catherine, is really moving; accompanying photo, lovely.
Thanks so much Jet
A very nice picture
thanks!
I like the way the grass seems to be hugging the house! Wonderful poem and picture!💕