Wednesday, June 3, 2009
I Posted This Years Ago In This Blog, But I Think I Fits Here Again
Grandma Though we are separated by an ocean, I see you daily. Your sweet face, curly white hair still streaked with black, your huggable body. But what I see most vividly are your hands. Your long, slender fingers I have watched many a time dance across piano keys. Your pale, almost transparent... Sign in
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