Spring’s Child At Heaven’s Gate

Heather is my granddaughter. This is all I can write at the moment, but I want Heather to be remembered as vitally alive. Spring’s Child At Heaven’s Gate Heather, a bright, colorful feathery flower Bright, like the sun. Warm, like a summer breeze Then came Autumn On a misty night The Celtic Queen of theContinue reading “Spring’s Child At Heaven’s Gate”