Fortunata Saves The Day Comments

Oh, sweet and fickle fate.......... So glad that most often, we make our own. An exquisite write, Sonny. Thank you.

I love this poem-wonderful, wonderful! How many pages, indeed..... Cranes a thousand and one verses, our golden hearts poured out across white paper; lips pursed, and bitten, eyes narrowed in concentration, children's fingers fold and refold, believe in the peace and good fortune at the end of the quest; I work in silence, watch as disappointment approaches one fragile feather at a time. 6/21/02 Thanks. Sandra

Do you enjoy flying paper planes (or helicopters) ?