Some poems shown through the prism of my perception.
As a child, my grandmother would compare me to my uncle killed in one of the wars. She would say words like this.
“Dad talked to crows too.”
Those words are safe in a treasure chest in my heart.
❤️
As a child, my grandmother would compare me to my uncle killed in one of the wars. She would say words like this.
“Dad talked to crows too.”
Those words are safe in a treasure chest in my heart.
❤️