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
          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.