Thursday, September 18, 2014

Touch has a memory


How grateful, touch, ’cross this distance that she yearns,
when memory pleads, and she, at last, returns.



2 comments:

Jan said...

This is so touching and so beautiful, William.

My blog disappeared for about a day. I have no idea where. But this morning it is back and everything is still there that I can see. Must be the season :)

Hugs

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Jan. Yesterday I noticed it was missing and grew concerned. But then a few minutes ago, I saw it back again in all its glory. I’m glad.