inanimate muses — House of Heart

With anonymous faces you watch over my cradle, your voice as soft as the aurora, hair the color of a Ditch Lily brushes against my cheek and when I look up my own face echoes back at me. My first rainbows are soaked in your tears, I am busy with life Mother, its been so […]

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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