Is it of a child that it’s born, fallen in a puddle,gambolling in the shallows.Is it of Gods like grace that shonelike the blues our skies don’t fathom!Is it then of passers by that shallows gleam,or from depths a dazzle,a bright and distant stream.Is it then of no novelty;we hold them dear,albeit for a while;Continue reading “Do I Know You!”