My Sorrow Is I Used

I Wept To Think That Life Went On Even When So Much Had Been Lost, That Rain Still Fell And Myrtle Grew Between The Rocks.

Ironically, Now That My Children Are Older And Gone Quite A Bit, I Find It Harder To Work When They're Not Around. Too Much Free Time!

Outside, The September Air Was Enticingly Fragrant, Yellow With Pollen And Rich, Lemony Sunlight.

That Was The Way Love Was, Invisible, There Whether Or Not You Wanted To See It Or Admit To It.

Being An Outsider Is The One Thing We All Have In Common.