Friday, October 10, 2003

As it was


I trod upon my carpet of gold

While the reds, the browns, the enduring greens

bespeckle the pathway beneath my feet,

Casting autumn's prism in all its glory.


  • Poem by my mother, Genovaite Cizauskas
  • Photo from a happy day. My former stepchild and I enjoying an autumn day.

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