My ten year old escape, where I runaway on most days.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
I wanted to cry, to scream, to run. to hide and still to believe. The plant on the window darkened with green, sprouted new life, in one little leaf. Shiny and waxed it started to grow, as it vined and entwined and created a show. A vision of love some may not see, but I saw the gift from the moment you gave it to me. Your kindness, your warmth, your love and concern and the starlit heavens where music is heard.