...very beautiful thoughts...are not missing in this poetic piece...but remembered...your father...to hold his hand forever loved.
of the heart and well penned Beryl...
JOhn
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
Be always safe,
Karen
A very poignant and loving poem that comes from deep in the heart.
Connie
of the heart and well penned Beryl...
JOhn
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(