A September Prose Poem (redux)
You touched my heart with this post.
You are special.
Never doubt it.
Thanks so much. x
Loved your poem. It seems that wisdom often resides more in our questions than our attempted answers.
Ahh thanks, Jim. I do believe that's true.
This is exquisite.
Thank you, Jill! 🥰
Mary Ellen Gambutti: What powerful, what poignant lines:
* * * Why another mother? Are there others? Will I ever know? “I’m adopted," she asserted, but sensed she wasn't special, and dropped her sapphire birthstone in the playground dust.
Thank you, Armand! So kind of you. 💙
Did you get my message about writing a blurb/review of my next book? Email me at julie.mcgue@icloud.com
I'd be honored, Julie!
You touched my heart with this post.
You are special.
Never doubt it.
Thanks so much. x
Loved your poem. It seems that wisdom often resides more in our questions than our attempted answers.
Ahh thanks, Jim. I do believe that's true.
This is exquisite.
Thank you, Jill! 🥰
Mary Ellen Gambutti: What powerful, what poignant lines:
* * * Why another mother? Are there others? Will I ever know? “I’m adopted," she asserted, but sensed she wasn't special, and dropped her sapphire birthstone in the playground dust.
Thank you, Armand! So kind of you. 💙
Did you get my message about writing a blurb/review of my next book? Email me at julie.mcgue@icloud.com
I'd be honored, Julie!