Haiku
Soft wafting breeze
Cotillion. As in days when
dresses were called frocks
Soft wafting breeze
Cotillion. As in days when
dresses were called frocks
Mother and I were sitting side by side on the edge of her bed. A standard hospital bed with sides that went up and down, and cranks to raise and lower the head or feet, as needed. The bed was in her sunny bedroom in an elegant apartment... Continue →