I had forgotten how it sounded The lullabies of a mother’s heart! On that fatal night he chose to part
7️⃣ years have slowly approached If you multiply seven times 10 it could have been close to a lifespan for him But if you cut it in half it turns out to 37 – much too soon! It happened on the 7th day of the 7th month of 2011
I am now searching for the keys to the door of my 🤍
“GIVE me your tired your poor . . . your huddled masses – YEARNING TO BREATHE FREE – the wretched refuse of your teeming shore Send these – the homeless – tempest-tossed to me “I LIFT UP MY LAMP BESIDE THE GOLDEN DOOR!” *
She is a beacon of light – a national treasure. . . And one of the most recognizable figures in the world! Each year millions who cherish her ideals make the journey to experience her history and grandeur –
. . . your huddled masses – YEARNING TO BREATHE FREE – the wretched refuse of your teeming shore Send these – the homeless – tempest-tossed to me “I LIFT UP MY LAMP BESIDE THE GOLDEN DOOR!” *
She is a beacon of light – a national treasure. . . And one of the most recognizable figures in the world! Each year millions who cherish her ideals make the journey to experience her history and grandeur –
💙💗💚 Our summer solstice has arrived – the longest day of the year! Bringing Happiness – Joy and Cheer! 💜💓💛
Come close child, today will be our summer day to laugh and play! We will spend it together – visiting the sea– jumping the waves – until the day has passed into the realm of dreams – and deep – deep sleep fills your sleepy head! 🧒 🧒 🧒
Others have memories they would rather have forgotten. Sometimes we cannot see beyond the one we perceived, the one who failed us as children!
I fashioned as a child an image of a body covered with a shroud No ears to hear – no eyes to see – no mouth to speak The robe he wore was old and torn with rips and tears And if you could see his hair it was long and untidy He shuffled with his feet, whispering defeat appearing at night in dreams causing duress That only a child can dream, receiving little rest As I grew up this visitor of the past came less often As time filtered through my mind this was just an – Apparition of something less divine!
I have written a series of letters called ‘Love Letters To Daddy’ Reconciling a relationship long forgotten Free on smashwords.com
Hanging midst green leaves in their safe cocoons, butterflies emerge on a summer afternoon! Caressing the air, preparing for flight, butterflies dance in summer sunlight. Water from fountain And stream bubble and
flow to the woodwinds song.
Music takes them higher, then bowing their heads and folding their wings, as night begins, only to return in sunlight’s glow to dance the butterfly dance again!
Hoping to erase the tears I wept ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Preparing the perfect spot roots buried deep in my heart Rain and dew with glistening drops sustain this rose of love, in the month
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