Dying, Darling

Dying, Darling: A Monorhyme* As I lay dying I'll be rememb'ring... Your tired hands so caring, sharp words yet encouraging, big round eyes yet endearing, non-singer voice yet calming. Most of all as I lay dying, my soul will be smiling, with the faith it is carrying, the best heirloom from you, mother darling. — ©2016… Continue reading Dying, Darling