Thistle in Her Bower

I have to remember that this little girl is more precious than a million classes, writing groups, and anything else that I have lost in the last few months.  This is what I have:  a child, my grandchild and daughter.  Dance classes will one day end, writing groups will disband, and people will depart and flicker out with few to remember them.  But this little girl is my legacy and through her, I will live on--in her memory, in the passing of my DNA, in family stories. and in the love which never ends.