A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination. |
| Aromas from the kitchen feed the bonds of family, as Mama starts to blend and knead the dough for baking spree. When stench of baby's diaper alerts her in the night, she soothes her cranky customer without a speck of spite. When our creative spirits bloom, the sticky fingerprints adorn the walls of ev'ry room with hue of peppermints. We thank the Lord for all of these and many more fond memories. Notes on the Hymnal Measure form of poetry ▶︎ |