First bliss..

nothing as blissful
as a kiss; the very first
from mother to child

For the April Heights.

In dedication to a few of my colleagues, and a couple of my blog friends, who have been blessed with a child recently.

(April 24th, 2012)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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