I clear mirror mist
my Dad’s face stares back at me
his voice a whisper:
“Two score and eight years ago,
you were born for this moment”
Join The Dots – My Story So Far by H C Hunter
Random Stories, Poems, Play excerpts and Inner Dialogue
I clear mirror mist
my Dad’s face stares back at me
his voice a whisper:
“Two score and eight years ago,
you were born for this moment”