Sorry today’s post is a little short (Sweet though, maybe too sweet) Checkout tomorrows, I’ve got something cooking.

Son Rising.

I can’t remember, was I born in the morning, or born at night. Can’t remember when I first saw the light. When was I first cradled in my mother’s arms. When was I caressed by my father’s palms. Of love I was born and by love I live. Those who breed hate I cannot forgive.

All words Meadowhead Bard.