Hope....
Hope is the Promise of tomorrow....(kelly letky)
Monday is...
My baby girl Alexis birthday
gentle whispering breezes flirting thru my hair
sitting at the park....gulping in gasps of Spring warm air
closing my eyes and becoming one with nature
listening to the dead autumn leaves skirt across my quilt
the click of a shutter
journal writing and relishing my new copy of "Bella Grace"
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My soul is renewed...
refreshed
and cleaned...
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i don't want this day to end
Don't let it end. Bottle it up and keep it for a gloomy day! I know you would if you could find a way. So just do it!! Fill a jar with your memories of this day. Open it up, when you need it most.
ReplyDeleteYour Poetry is touching, always.