Bird of Light

My daughters continue to surprise and inspire me. The younger forever feeling in the shadow of her sister, yet keeping her poetic talent hidden away. It reads as if it was effortless. I'd share, but although her blog is open it still feels like I'd be invading her privacy. Ones that made me cry, ones that made me want to break out my camera and pens and illustrate them.
The eldest, she's en route to art college, she's got me to sign us up for a life drawing class next month and I can't wait to see what she produces.