A poem a day each April, for Katya the Poet's Dew Drop Inn |
| I admit to envying the gift of no resentment and I wish I had the salesmanship - assisted living sounds so much softer yes it does and I imagine him in the baby blue coffin dress to match his glacier eyes It's like you said The only child is selfish and in my case, hungry for just a little wry revenge. note ▶︎ |