
Jernee Timid in Black & White & Faded Colors

My neighbor’s mom–delightful in every way–knocked on my door and presented me with a fresh batch of Dutch homemade cookies; her mother’s recipe–I’m blessed beyond measure.
the rain dances on the windowpane–plopping in sync with my heartbeat–you pop into my thoughts, peek-a-booing like you sometimes do; yearning to cure me of my pain.
You must be logged in to post a comment.