I call the old place
Nana answers and says
I’m waiting dinner for you dearie
Dream Of A Memory
She Remains Near
Nana’s spirit
wafting through the garden
on the scent of roses
Tag: Nana
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
Nana’s spirit
wafting through the garden
on the scent of roses