Just as the sun rises in the east Flooding my world with light Your smile lights the path A path we now walk hand in hand
By Isabel8 months ago in Poets
The distal sounds of a choir can be heard through the window of life. The infectious melodies reach deep into my soul. Demanding I listen.
I remember the red couch too bright, too big, too red its scratchy fabric pressing into my legs as I sat beside Mum, hands clenched in my lap,
