May 15, 2022
Continued from I Thought to Write of Bloodshed and War…
Tell of the many hundred years
My grandparents stood tall in the forests
On the mountain sides breathing life for all and
Giving their lives—so that I could live.
Their stories I hold close in the treasure chest of my heart. Precious memories must be remembered and told often in times of war.”
“Go on.” said the pen, “Tell us more.”
Where to begin?
My ancestors’ end is my beginning so here will I start:
…and at each turn where once upon a time monsters stood guard—now only dust and flowers remained.
Thank you for stopping by to say hello!
With love and gratitude,