Poetry Friday – I exist, I thrive, I write
I exist, I thrive, I write There are nine hundred and fifty square feet in my home. Within those walls and short(ish) halls are held my memories and my love for all of the shared moments between, Strands of silver and golden friends Mothers and Fathers Throbbing hearts And all who are left behind It’s a… Read More Poetry Friday – I exist, I thrive, I write