It Takes You Home

Her smile lit up the room. It always did. Love you, grandmother dearest.


Writing Session #21

Here's a little poem I wrote just now. It's untitled and a work in progress...   Solitude is a necessity, when your mind is louder than people, And a comfort for the soul, if lonely at heart The older, the wiser. Or perhaps, that's a lie we tell ourselves? Wandering thoughts and lingering words All…