FLY

Oh to fly away
long and hard
to a new world
In the hands of the child
we see...

Blinded by the life we live

only to be abandoned in the murky waters
saved by the white angel of rain sheding her tears
lonly she leaves this world etched in stone.

So life moves on and we all connect in one way or another. My good friend Tony has come home to visit from California and we all went to the cookout. Then to Udderly Delicious to listen to Owen Plant.

Home again I sit and type looking for inspiration.
Listening to Indigo Girls Retrospect

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY TO ALL THE WONDERFUL MOTHERS OUT THERE!!!
dawn