Ahhh . . . Such a wistful and beautiful poem, Jane. To stare into the heavens at night is to understand how very fortunate we are. Loved this little poem.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,