Star Stuff

Madness swirls

fuzzes in like static

out like late-night television haunts

waking hours as well as dreams

   darkening darker

still deeper each day till summoning

will for living seems

      wait

          your daughter

My children remind me why I am here. Thank you for asking, Sherry: MESSAGE FROM THE LITTLE GRANDMOTHER 

#11 of 30 for April. Today is my daughter’s ninth birthday and I am a bit ferklempt. Love to you, friends... Love one another.