A Whisper

A sigh,

a whisper,

in solitude 

I remember.

My blood flows

like the rivers of his birthplace.

They too,

carry your memory as I do

In the windswept tress,

in the forgotten leaves,

small grains

of all the yesterdays 

left behind.

In the sigh,

in the whisper,

I remember,

but will you?

I want to thank all of you that have extended support and love by reading my book, Second Chances. All proceeds benefit charity. I am thrilled to have received pics from you! Thank you for tagging yourselves with the book. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. 

The painting in this post is of Emily Carr. I fell in love with her work while I was in Canada.