Eyes looking – showing love – trying to get through the
difficulties on her own, even though she’s not strong enough.
Praying with all her heart and soul to be with her family
again, she waits and tries to hang on.
Her dear life is all we hope for – nothing can be measured –
it is totally up to God.
While we live with our insecurities of life,
Mom lies in the surety of her demise.
Feeling empty, never being filled up, except by abandonment, pulling at life cords of reality.
Watching scenery as it touches my sight,seeing pure white clouds, hanging over mountains,looking like snow – capping them.Rain pouring steadily, quenching the desert’sthirst from above.Desert floors still holding their greenery,beautiful to see and hold in private memories ofpoetical versions.
Finding my way alongside another, comforting mewithout burdening my senses.Heightening clarity, giving an acute sustenance ofability.Causing the stillness of interior motives to movetoward doors beyond life.
Eyes walking back and forth, enjoying the presence of genius.
portraying innocent characters of youth.Listlessly folding in half, jutting out beyond ournatures, careful not to stray too far from home.
picking out words floating there,to tones incessantly clearing their throats inacceptance of spiritual directions.
