I cry to myself  In the deepest sorrow  For the loss of my father  I long for his presence  Crying to others  Has no use  I’ve done it...

Our first kisses Tender and true underneath a staircase That’s how I remembered you. A knowing; a wanting Safe and secure A Love...

A photo of Maj on his oak table. The stout oak table with six-inch legs found in my basement has been used as a nightstand since we moved...