You speak words of kindness, With eyes that seek out the good, It’s food for the hungry, Walking with the knowledge That we’ll never walk alone; It’s our hope for the future. It’s the loving care you show me That for me is knowing That we will never become Obsolete.
Passerby’s ask why Trying to reply to everyone Smudging out words, But I only write out a few. “That’s really quite pretty,” They begin to say, A tear falls down my cheek, The ink swirls away, Writing just enough to get by, Hurrying through the laundry And the rain. I’m getting drenched, Letting boats go, […]
So we just returned home from Paris. Jim had asked me if I wanted to go take a holiday there. “Let’s go,” I said. Travel is healing and Paris is a dream. When I ask myself who is the person in my life that has meant the most to me; I often find that […]