There’s nothing as heavenly as the gentle love of a child when he wraps his arms around you-- hands like weighty butterflies resting and fluttering on your back face soft and smooth at your chin hair soft and silky at your cheek breath soft and warm at your ear voice sweet and true and trusting as he whispers I love you.
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.
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