A short and sweet little poem about a little girl and her grandfather, a priceless moment forever frozen in time.
This might be a long story...
As this is the story of a long slumber..
Starting on December 14 (have them in to the person's hands by this time) send a card in the mail to a relative(s) (grandparent, cousin, aunt) of the 12 days of Christmas! Start with "On the first day...
Don't you guys think grandparents are an important part of our life too?
After leaving home, it was easy to forget Dad except when forced to think of him. Growing up, sometimes you'd catch yourself fantasizing someone else was your real dad, not that awkward, constricted g...
"the gift of a women loved less,
who only knew how to love too much"
Source: www.GLDSTN.CA
This is my tattoo It is memory of 3 very special people
My Abuelita has taught me something. How pictures are conversations, how learning another language can make you see and understand things you didn't before. I love how love finds a way to communicate...
Old leather recliners Fresh baked cookies waiting on the counter
Those in the midst of Autumn show how to face the Winter.
Hey there,
I wrote this poem in memory of my grandparents. Not knowing what they meant at that tender age but now realizing I want nothing more than for them to be at my side. The Old is like the wal...
This is the story of a grandchild that goes back home to see his dying grandfather. Meanwhile, he has a deep moment with him, before his passing
A much too long poem for my dearly departed grandmother. She deserves a better one, but this is what Iโve got.
(The โFreshโ prompt got away from me.)
A short and sweet little poem about a little girl and her grandfather, a priceless moment forever frozen in time.
This might be a long story...
As this is the story of a long slumber..
Starting on December 14 (have them in to the person's hands by this time) send a card in the mail to a relative(s) (grandparent, cousin, aunt) of the 12 days of Christmas! Start with "On the first day...
Don't you guys think grandparents are an important part of our life too?
After leaving home, it was easy to forget Dad except when forced to think of him. Growing up, sometimes you'd catch yourself fantasizing someone else was your real dad, not that awkward, constricted g...
"the gift of a women loved less,
who only knew how to love too much"
Source: www.GLDSTN.CA
This is my tattoo It is memory of 3 very special people
My Abuelita has taught me something. How pictures are conversations, how learning another language can make you see and understand things you didn't before. I love how love finds a way to communicate...
Old leather recliners Fresh baked cookies waiting on the counter
Those in the midst of Autumn show how to face the Winter.
Hey there,
I wrote this poem in memory of my grandparents. Not knowing what they meant at that tender age but now realizing I want nothing more than for them to be at my side. The Old is like the wal...
This is the story of a grandchild that goes back home to see his dying grandfather. Meanwhile, he has a deep moment with him, before his passing
A much too long poem for my dearly departed grandmother. She deserves a better one, but this is what Iโve got.
(The โFreshโ prompt got away from me.)