When it was warm enough to go outside barefoot, I would sit in my grandma’s front yard and braid crowns of lilac, daffodils, and roses for her statue of the Virgin Mary.
By Kaleigh Mack5 years ago in Poets
It feels like Sunlight coming in through the window while we're still in bed, naked- you, under a single sheet, and I under a down-comforter even though
I cry about the graying of my father at 1am on the balcony, finding some comfort in being alone with other windows lit with TV glow
