Monday morning arrives Sunday is now free to run and play with other days that end with a Y. Even in darkness red offers a light showing beauty lives and tenderness of hearts prevails.
Planted memories
She knows I won’t forget her. She played in the yard with dirt planted memories. She was pleasure in all she did with twinkles in her eyes. Those curls she got from me her mother’s smile. This is simple prose no way near the beauty of watching her grow.
Ignited 