I lovehow grown childrenwill still nametheir mothersthe mostbeautiful.It isas though,their eyeshave met the cascadingcurvesand goldensilhouettesof every woman.Yettheir soulsstilldrumto the beat of theirmother'swarmth and care. - A Starry Eyed April
Flythe kitesof your soul,letyour spiritsoar. - A Starry Eyed April