Heirlooms Stories

My parents split when I was two, and neither are wealthy. I was raised by my mom and her family. Both sides of my family tend to fall into talking about inheritances when I’m around. Maybe it’s because I never asked much of them, and they want to say that they will give me something someday, I don’t know. I’m not looking for anything from them, life was enough. As far as keepsakes and heirlooms go, there are a few odds an...

Writing for me, a new beginning. Allowed to express myself fresh. Full of thoughts, yarns spinning. I am a man, of simple pleasures. Heirlooms, not many to leave. Maybe words, my only treasures. Things stored, long locked away. Keys unlock, bringing to the page. Stories, rhymes, live another day. Knowledge held, not passed along. Are stories, thoughts, forever lost. Sharing, may make another strong. Spread my wings, embra...