And once again my hearts scattered in a million pieces
No Jar of Hearts, just silver splinters aimed straight
No drops of red , but silver tears
And a hole in a tired heart
a tightness in the throat
tears to near
knowing I fail once again
the trust of a little boy
to be continued ...
Portraits from the past, thinking about Mother's Day - I used to do a lot of portrait sketches. This was one of the very first ones, a charcoal pencil drawing of my grandma (Dad's mom) when I was 16. These are ...
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