As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Sunday, April 22, 2012


This weekend I was able to spend some time with my beautiful grandmother Thelma Martin. I am so fortunate to have known and loved both of my grandmothers who have both showered me with love and joy. Nanna, thank you for always loving and having time for me, thanks for inspiring and stirring the words in my heart

The plump in her face fallen
The light in her eyes cast
The knowing in her mind forgotten
The everything fading toward memory
The love now becomes her living

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