A Sunday
My daughter and my 3 grandchildren and me at a local farm.
Grandchildren are the crowning glory of the aged; parents are the pride of their children.
–Proverbs 17:6
Sunset
The sea whispers
Breath comes in and then out
In a distance it sweet roar
Crescendos in a swell
Of soft breeze travels through
I feel tranquilizing sleep
We try to linger in the unknown
We are just too human
So I fall asleep with feelings
Copyrighted: CMM 2019
