We each have a beautiful rose Yet prickly ones appear every now and then. A soft cloud patch we wish for Yet storms comes through too. Aromas of love from our friends We get With A few tears by them that reject us. A little at a time we live Living in our world Of…… Continue reading Our world
We meet, once again your eyes “meet” my hair first I offer a hug yap I am that gal But then… you close in only to touch my hair yet again! you feel it you ask a million questions I repeat what I said the other day My hair just like yours has a texture…… Continue reading hair.
Mama was laid in one; I remember like it was yesterday A lifeless “pose”of her shell Auntie, grandpa and grandma did too “They” left in that pine box; The box that claimed to be the “hero” carrying the “shells” once pampered Shells of my heroes Shells of my memories Shells that loved me Shells that…… Continue reading The pine box!
Rhythm In Life 