Toy Box

I wish I could stop writing but I can’t. There are so many playthings from childhood.

I promise to be their envoy in heaven.

Meantime though last night’s sleep was heavy, this moment, just now, late morning is light as can be.

Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by stevekuusisto