
At this second I am thinking about my mother. I visited her on Mother's Day and placed flowers at her stone. It has been four years and I still miss her very much. My sister Bonita and I were just talking about how much she would have loved blogging. She loved to write poems and stories. Her dream was to be a romance novelist. As I was looking for something the other day, I came across some of her poems and stories. I would like to share one with you today:
YOUR EYES
BY: "S"
Your burning eyes met mine across the room
I could not breathe from my emotion
Your eyes spoke volumes of love
And then you looked away,
Leaving me adrift as on an ocean.
I looked and looked for you
But you vanished all too suddenly.
That short romance of eyes we had,
In all my dreams will never, ever be.





What a beautiful family. I am looking forward to reading more.
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