Eugene’s Poem

A Brief Time, Warmly Sown, With a Gentle Spirit, I’d Hardly Known. A Single Page, In the Book of Life. But Every Word, Was Full and Bright. My Heart’s Strings, Gently Plucked, By a Wiseman’s, Spoken Touch. Your Deep Presence, I Did Not Intend. I Await the Day, We Meet Again. ~Aubrey (Written November 16,…