Greetings from Paris, France!
And thanks for reading us!
It didn’t matter that her hands were cold.
The warmth of her love will be with me forever
–and it gets better every day.
Until the storm rages against my soul,
until the tide receding reveals the hidden rocks,
what lies under or on, what matters
is today’s joys and moments,
flickered like the sparrow, gone as I reach for the glasses.
–Created by some combination of: Erica, Simeon, Ken, Terri, Alison, Teresa, Diane, Karen, Mary, & Jenny