Posted on November 26, 2010 at 8:52am
A poem by Lesley:
The child in me resists the obligation to grow old and become too serious.
playfulness; a big part of my life, although I often lack a playmate.
Not wanting to forget what it feels like to stand in the pouring rain in the heat of summer,
Or hear the deafening silence that snowflakes make when they land.
Life has been here all along and yet it is now in this season of my likfe, that I feel most alive.
My eyes have never seen with such detail the… Continue