Those who came before And have passed beyond the veil Whose time has come and gone Leaving their mark upon our brow Some with broken hearts – a grief we all must bear Some just a memory – too distant now to share. They, our Ancestors, for better or for worse Their life and times…
There are things I can’t change And things I never would, Things from the past, the present And what is yet to unfold. There are things I can’t change. Like the weather or time, The changing of seasons The rhythm and rhyme of A sunrise and sunset, Star bright and moon light. There are things…
She sat quietly looking out the window of the bus. She was careful to keep her face blank of expression and avoided all eye contact with everyone hoping to discourage any form of communication. She was sure that if someone looked too closely, they would be able to see past her carefully placed mask, read…