Gratitude
Dirty Blonde
~*~ I remember the way your eyes just barely reached my waist Beautiful brown eyes smiling while taking a ride on my feet ~*~ I recall your tiny little hands wrapping around my fingers gripping tight to not get lost and the way you trusted me ~*~ I still have a picture I treasure, your addition to the grocery list “Ottmill cookis with crem inside” one of our favorite sweet treats ~*~ But probably my favorite memory is when you lay asleep in my lap I remember the smell of your hair filled with comfort rocking you gently ~*~
By Tressa Rose6 months ago in Poets
Woman: Humanity’s Most Bizarre Case
No one knows exactly how this miracle happened — how woman became a kind of side character in the history of humankind: morally strong, emotionally sensitive, often anxious, yet always a loyal servant in man’s grand endeavors.
By Kristen Orkoshneli6 months ago in Poets
