Little wild flower bouquets always made my Mother's Day. She loved clover and dandelion bouquets and always put them in water and added them to the center of the table.
Reviewed by Scott Haas (Reader)
Reviewed on April 27, 2008
Weeds are just flowers waiting for some acceptance. Very nice.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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,
JMD
Love & peace be with you
William
Funny how a weed can spuce up the life of a child and yet touch the depths of our hearts. Peace, Love and God's Blessings Always, Paul.