Heather Williamson
Poetry on roots, love, life and faith
Heather Williamson
Poetry on roots, love, life and faith
When I was youngfriendship happenedon the streetor the playgroundor, if it rained, inside my houseor yours. It didn’t existin words that mysteriously arrived before meas I sat quietly reading my bookor eating my tea.The same was true of unfriendship.If you decided you didn’t like meI would no longer see youon the streetor in the playgroundor… Read.
My Wordly Wealth