Forever

My youngest daughter is always collecting "treasures' and putting them in secret places. Today, she presented me with a cloth pouch filled with yellow flowers from the overgrowth near the camp site where we are vacationing.
"May we press these?' she asked.
I nodded and smiled.

"Let's keep forever, a reminder of this morning's sun."


grandpa's hands--a scar longer than his life line.

autumn's chill--
unlocking my diary
I look for summer