Childhood is but a whisper
I turned around and you are grown
part of me grew with you
part of me misses you child
part of me wants to go back
part of me wants to run
part of me wants to tell
the other parts of me
that your childhood was….it was a whisper
I’m sitting with that today
letting it sink in!
Childhood is but a whisper
♡~♡
Maybe it’s the twilight
Maybe June & Summer fireflies
I’ll never know why, I cannot stop
Sitting & waiting for you
First a hinted whisper like wind
Oh, it’s nothing that I did
To cause this flood of emotion
And elation that you are still here
No one knows & I’m not pretending
No spaces, no blades of separation
But me & you inspiration
I live to meet you here
It was the Poppies
“You see sir
I wasn’t looking
for a wizard.
I don’t believe!!!
I was following
the wildflowers…
Sweet Poppies
They caught my eye
Me being shy
I followed this road
I was looking for
something real
The way he threw his voice
double entendre like
you how I like to laugh
I got a little off, but now I see
This road I have been traveling
Has made me believe
I already knew the truth
inside me, I’m funny that way.”
Happy Friday Sweet Friends to You
Oh Happy Day to You…Do you feel it? Deep inside your soul? I feel sometimes I’m so Happy and it’s nothing that happened to make me so…I’m just happy all by myself…Forget-Me-Not Sweet Soul
I felt you might need some sweetness today ~ღ~
Have you ever felt like you have been pruned by The Master Gardener? All the dead stuff cut away, or perhaps the not so fruity parts of your life pruned and cut away so they can bare more fruit ? Well I have and so has my garden! I was thinking today how sometimes we have to cut away what seems to the eye a good product but pruning allows for newness to grow and everything looks different and feels different because it is.
My butterfly bushes are going crazy this year. I really cut them back and they are blooming out of their spaces this year. 🦋 Come on butterflies. 🦋💜 I’m hoping for the same in my life. 🙏🏼
And when…
the storm clouds moved away
and the sting of the barbed memories
began to fade
Her heart, it sang a new sweet sweet song!
MichelleMarie
Dark is her sky sometimes
I watch her clatter around
In the castle with round walls
She makes not a sound
How I wish, oh I wish
For a little magic somewhere
Then flown through her window
A Midnight Butterfly
so rare
The moon it was blue
It glistened the sky
Midnight Butterfly kissed her
Right on the eye
From that day on she saw
Nothing but gladness
Rainbows and sunshine
Midnight Butterflies
are magical that way
Oh how I wish…I miss her sometimes, no…Always 🦋
Because Kindness Matters it just does. I will always choose kindness even when I feel offended, or someones words are hurtful.
Just because you can say something mean doesn’t mean you should.
Just because you can share an opinion that could be taken in the wrong way, don’t mean you ought to.
Sometimes I grow weary reading thoughts that are unkind.
Nevertheless, I choose to share my art, photos and thoughts here. I focus on the goodness and kindness of others and believe the very best from everyone. Have a blessed day.~ღ~
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