When kisses and handshakes have long been forgotten And people and places no longer seem near If life’s weary journey gets bad and then rotten And cares seem to fill you with fearWhen all through the daytime you worry And then in your eye comes a tearIf smiles seem to leave you in a hurry… Read more

Sometimes, such grace will touch a simple thing, A gesture, or a word, that it will hold A meaning far beyond the thing itself.At evening, when the air was growing cold I used to watch her gather in her shawl In folds about her shoulder, in a way That gave me such delicate joy, hard… Read more