AN ELDEST CHILD'S MUSINGS ON MOTHER'S DAY
AN ELDEST CHILD’S MUSINGS ON MOTHER’S DAY I search the depths of my being today, for memories of you Mother. The most vivid scenes of you now flash from nowhere. Like the last drops from a watercolor brush, they scatter like tears and hurry on to dry - leaving only traces and the bitter taste of... Sign in to see full entry.