Poems from wanderlaust
Number NineIt was April and you were restless. The winter had kept you in for longer than necessary, and you knocked on my door late one...
Number EightIt's always fiddling with something, and I'm not sure exactly why, but I was always fascinated with its grace as it holds a...
Number SevenYou're so sweet and I'm so redundant m'dear. I still marvel I this day at the creation behold me continuously, and although I...
Number SixYou know I liked brown sugar on my popcorn and that I hated popcorn plain or buttered, and could only enjoy it sweet, so when I...
Number Five When I came down with a nasty fever, high of 103, you made me soup, and although it was ol' Campbell's brand, simply heated, ...