by Prasanta | Nov 14, 2018 | Community, Encouragement, Family, Friendship, Gifts, Growing up the South, Identity, Immigrant Stories, Life, Loss, Memories, Stories about home, Thankfulness, Uncategorized
Gently the dark comes down over the wild, fair places, The whispering glens in the hills, the open, starry spaces; Rich with the gifts of the night, sated with questing and dreaming, We turn to the dearest of the paths where the star of the homelight is gleaming....
by Prasanta | Apr 25, 2018 | Children, Daughter, Growing up the South, Memories, Poetry, Spring, Uncategorized
April is National Poetry Month. As I’ve mentioned here before, however, every month is poetry month for me. 🙂 To celebrate these last few days in April, National Poetry Month, and the first signs of spring, I will post some poetry (some by others, some of...
