Some of you may recognize this. It’s an annual tradition of mine. It’s to honor the memory of a time precious to me, and a brief part of my life shared with a beautiful young woman who chose to share her love with me. ********************* At the beginning of December Conversations turned to snow… Read More ~~~ December’s Angel ~~~
Good night my beautiful lady. I must leave in the early morn tomorrow. To leave you here makes me sad. I will miss our long walks and cconversations. Must you go, my love? It seems you have only arrived and there is so much I would share with you?. I want to bring you close… Read More Parting
********************* At the beginning of December Conversations turned to snow It was always in her questions Wherever we would go I promised I would take her So that finally she would know But angels came to take her home And she never saw the snow. *************** As the chill of winter settles on the… Read More Snow
Céad Míle Fáilte 
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