Spring’s Child At Heaven’s Gate

This is all I can write at the moment… Heather is my granddaughter, I want her 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 the WindContinue reading “Spring’s Child At Heaven’s Gate”