As I stood at the edge and looked over your garden of legacy, my heart swelled with the pain of a lost loved one.
The pain the knowledge that you will never smile again, see my efforts to make you proud, or teach me in your clever ways.
YOU ARE READING
Rambles of the Mind
PoetryBits that may never appear in my works, but wish to be expressed. Bits that spark from nothing it everything. Each one a thought or dream.
