Monday, January 13, 2020

Small Stones - Musical Interlude

Our son always brings his guitar when he visits.
He plays for me in the early morning while I'm getting breakfast ready.
When we relax in the evening, he strums and sings for us.

hearing him play, I think of when he was a little boy
he always had his fingers on the beat of our family
a sensitive boy grew into a kind hearted man