I guess everyone who reads this could say " my mother was/ is a saint" Well as God is my witness I can certainly say these words of my mother, Elizabeth. It was her quiet strength and unceasing prayer, and it is this today that is the inspiration of he who writes these few words you who read them read at authors den.
For no son, who ever he may be will ever in this life , outgrow or reach beyond his mothers prayers.
For L.M.B
a dear friend,
For reasons known to me.....
And only me.....
That is all that need be said.
Thank you.
L.F.
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
