When eventide approaches and light of day grows dim I tiptoe to my sleeping child, to gaze in awe of him. Curly head and dimpled cheek so dear, in sweet repose. Soft sounds of slumber emanate, melodious dreaming, I suppose. No word can speak, nor tongue may tell, the love that swells my soul, as … Read more
Is this your child? someone asked me when I was shopping in a crowded store. Is this your child? I stopped for a moment and looked at at my son. He hadn’t let me comb his hair that day, and he wore his favorite teeshirt which was decorated in ketchup red and chocolate brown. His … Read more
When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you hang my First painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately Wanted to paint another one. When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you feed a Stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind To animals. When you thought I wasn’t looking … Read more