The many ways I can count on you: A poem 

Innocence grows like a garden with flowers  in the wind, with the knowledge that fate cares  The hope roots to a fecund soil whose powers  fuel purity of the dew-kissed petals, that adversities dare  And the gardener’s fingers fearlessly pointing at the storm  that comes and goes but not a leaf left lorn  The cherubContinue reading “The many ways I can count on you: A poem “