by Jane Griffin
There’s a last time…
A last time you see someone;
A last time you smile and they smile back;
A last time you hug; Continue reading “The Last Time”
The Old String Vest
I can remember as if it was yesterday,
Gran’dad wearing his old string vest.
It was quite tight across his belly,
but much slacker across his chest. Continue reading “The Old String Vest”
Memories Restored
Flame
by Bilal Saloo
Inhaling the scent of melted wax, of candles,
lit and burned down to their plate,
forever present, an aroma lingers in moving air, Continue reading “Flame”