[tabby title="Poem"] At the garden gate, the roses lean,Where silence grows and leaves are green.A fence too short to truly hide—Still, no one dares to step inside,Where tidy paths have long been seen. We honour roots we never chose,Old shadows...

[tabby title="Poem"] I know I can't stop looking at him or for him in a room.I want to respect his space but watch him as he ponders and gazes off into the skyline.Wondering his wonders.What beautiful thoughts are swirling in...