Share this:
- Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)
- Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)
- Click to print (Opens in new window)
- Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)
- Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)
- Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)
- Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)
- Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)
- Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)
- Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)
- Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)
- Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)
travel and sing 
Dear Linda, I’ve been sitting here for a full five minutes with tears rolling down my cheeks. I wish I could box up some hugs and send them to you. Your poems and illustrations for Brian have touched me to the core. 1968 was the year I was born, too.
LikeLike
me too, linda. i am beyond words, just full of thoughts and hugs for you.
LikeLike
There is so much comfort in knowing that the stars are always there (even behind the clouds) and that magic exists….
All the best.
LikeLike
Your poem touched my heart. Thank you for sharing your emotions, for trusting us! I like the memory box with all the falling stars and leaves in it (one of them reminds me of a violin!) “The last fragments of November” – they are full of so much love…
LikeLike
This is fantastic. 10 of 10.
LikeLike