Tossed with dressings.

Tossed with dressings.

Memories tossed

swirling, spiraling

through the hurricane of time

only to fall......

in the land of the forgotten,

somewhere in the family tree.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

someone in that tree remembers....the memories are like seasons for the tree...shedding leaves, growing new ones, and branches remembering old ones, come and gone.

[andrew mitchell]

What history lies in such trees and to think some family trees just stop (choosing no kids.)

[Willard Wells]

Interesting work that makes one think or its late and I should not have an opinion.

[andrew mitchell]

haha Thank you Willard for dropping by. Long time no see if feels.:) I hope all is well.

[Willard Wells]

I am focused on some different matters at this time and my writing is not happening as it did. I am doing more writing in a series of stories, Tanka, Senryu and just seeing where my journey and words take me. I wish to read more here, but again my mind is on another journey. I am well.

[andrew mitchell]

All the best Willard on your journey and keep in touch.

[Willard Wells]

Thank you, kind sir, peace be with you until we speak again and forever.