She kissed me, and my mouth wrote a poem of welcome to her lips. – Terri Guillemets
Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. – Terri Guillemets

She kissed me, and my mouth wrote a poem of welcome to her lips. – Terri Guillemets
Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. – Terri Guillemets
I love my mother as the trees love water and sunshine — she helps me grow, prosper, and reach great heights. – Terri Guillemets
Hey! It’s summer! Be free and happy and danceful and uninhibited and now-y! – Terri Guillemets