Childhood is but a whisper
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
Lost in a world of words
Along the streams, the Stoney brook Took me to the other side Reality, yet a fantasy I hurry deep inside Your words they seem to capture They memorize me so They show me that my world It is little, just… Â And so I get tired My head gets full I stop reading I think I have gathered enough words, to last me a lifetime… Peace Disclaimer: This is not about anyone particular person, but more about the state of my mind that gets full of words. It’s hard for me to… Read More
Born this night in June
Born this night in June Wasn’t April, nor Harvest Moon That caused me to swoon When I saw your smile And sweet sweet face I knew at that moment I had nothing to give you But all my heart I could count On one hand those I’d given complete Endless access to my heart I gave it gladly It was all I had to give Thank you for making me Your Momma sweet baby girl My Alexanderia, my heart Born this night in June Every year I tell my girl the story… Read More
Happy Friday-Happy Day-Forget-Me-Not
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 ~áŚ~
Pruned
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…. Read More
And when…
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
