Life’s Canvas for Thursday, December 13, 2007

We lived in the back of our large ancestral house. That night I heard a wailing sound of child. Taken aback I rechecked on my daughter sleeping in her bedroom and satisfied she was OK. The sound came from a strip of land between our house and the neighbor’s, a high wall separating. I opened the door... Sign in to see full entry.

Welcomed and caressed in your protecting hands, I had sensed a quiver in your heart; saw some glee in your moist eyes. I felt the warmth in your sugar-filled voices prompting me to take those first few steps-- to dream your dreams that I ought to take on the line of vision of your mentor, my father.... Sign in to see full entry.