Every petal of the flower is an individual heart, and the leaves are like her seven year old arms, hugging me all day, every day, right here in my lonely room.
Feeling the depth of her love gives me hope, and the faith to continue getting better so I can get back home and play Barbie’s with her again.
One of the many lights in my life, given to me by God through my ten grandchildren.
Likened aspects of thought fell into placeand contoured, according to substantialparticles of tomorrow.
Taking directions from no one, only placing myself in hands of God, being surrounded by many onlookers through life’s glasses.Involved in creating the masterpieces of compositions, relying on rhythms to take me into corners never before illuminated until now.
Calming effects sent by a bevy of collectible sayings, are kept in a book filled with pictures from past memories.Stalking roadways, watching where everything falls into place so it can be gathered at a later date.
Walking serene shores of life, kicking up sand attimes, to feel it’s texture against soles of ourfeet.Watching the sunset on ocean waves, sinking belowit’s depths in silence.Quiet reveries falling like crystals into minds ofpeaceful thoughts.Stepping through sands on quiet evenings is whatlife is about, as it is wrapped in dreams of futurehappiness.
my brain.Sololy bringing total concentration into view.Chugging off into nether worlds, always hoping to beginagain on other sides of life.Technically overloading all lines extending into heaven.
Showing contempt for the way others arebeing treated when they haven’t doneanything wrong.Letting off steam, taking others in realmsof friendships, hoping to ease their painof liability and strife.
