The history of Prosperous Snow written for the group Reminiscences |
In Common: To My Sister Faye Our lives have branched: Was it really so long ago, that we played horses running free in Grandpa's yard? Our paths have diverged: There are so many things we no long share. Still, we are sisters... our common ancestry is our strength, and our shared past our weakness. Poet's Note: ▶︎ |