Can you hear the laughter Traveling through the air From the long-lost echoes Of yesteryear; When the children played ‘til the last light of day Then chased fireflies And let them guide their way; Down the worn footpaths And past the garden fountain Still alive with the sounds Time has forgotten; On any given day… Read More Echoes

Her Legacy

Digging through a box of long forgotten memorabilia from yesteryear, my dad uncovered a portrait of my grandmother, his mom, amidst the clutter. Tucked in between collectible advertisement cards, wedding announcements, and school reports she had collected from distant relatives and acquaintances, her face appeared. Although somewhat strange to see the image of someone you… Read More Her Legacy