Published by

K Mark Schofer

Something as simple as sitting

on the bed spending a stolen

ten minutes as you coax her off

to sleep.

She can t see very far that’s

natural as

she is three weeks old.

Still she looks back at you.

And smiles.

Hello,

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.