TO my Valentine! 💌 You left long ago I miss your smile The way you laughed Your tight embrace I can no longer See your face You seem so faraway Trying to love you is like A plant without sun A bulb planted upside down Seeking ground A river without rain What came first? A tree or a seed The ocean or water
The moon or stars A bird or its song
FROM The very beginning you Are loved in my heart FOREVER! 🧡
WHEN does a poem become a poem? A thought sprinkled in the mind or words written on paper?
Until I share my story – expressing my grief . . . Please do not take away my pen and ink For each word I write until my last, from the ink well of tears I will write of my past . . .
Poetry truly is a bridge between myself and the rest of myself!
February 7th, 2025 ~ ‘Rose Day’ First day of Valentine’s Week
IN my heart I have prepared a place, nurtured and watered with tears of love providing a perfect spot for my bleeding rose Bruised and Torn Though the enemy had come in and stolen my son, I have the hope my dear rose will bloom again! 🌹 Book of Job
WHEN does a poem become a poem? A thought sprinkled in the mind or words written on paper?
Until I share my story – expressing my grief . . . Please do not take away my pen and ink For each word I write until my last, from the ink well of tears I will write of my past . . .
Poetry truly is a bridge between myself and the rest of myself!
I remembered how glad I was when January had come and gone with her winds and blustery snow Bridging the scan between December’s gloom and February’s early daffodils May I never forget January Bringing love and h💖ope of spring to come! 😊
Which came first has long been questioned and many have debated But one thing is certain the embryo of the egg has much potential for reproduction Until it is cooked, boiled, scrambled or fried Then it has died! The question remains how can we carry on without that which offers both? The replicate and delectable Egg!
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