Feb 2020
I bring you my heart as you would a flower. Take it, put it to your nose, press it to your lips, pin it to your breast.
There is no end
Nor can there ever be
For we are bound
Eternally.
There is no end
Nor can there ever be
For we are bound
Eternally.
I recently discovered this poem which was written by my grandmother. She passed away almost a year ago and I miss her everyday. I wanted to share a piece of her heart with the world.
