Every cup of hope
Has a silver lining
Borrow and return it
Tarnished and empty
I will fill it to the brim
Again in spring
Lucky Kiss
Leftover chocolate kisses
Spill out like dice and
Melt on parted lips
On the tip of February's tongue
About Me
- Terry Andrews
- I was born the first day of spring; destined to be eternally hopeful.Almost a flower child, coastal transplant and perennial advocate in the garden of children. Late bloomer blessed with special children one of each variety. I am triumphant survivor; (10/97)cancer free, free lance writer and free style Hip Hop dancer, moving forward one step in front of the other.