Friday, April 13, 2012



When left to my own devices, what would I do?
Roam the hills, weave up wild flowers, and bring them to you?

If given time, to find my thoughts, what would I say?
Love is like a blossom, tender in May.

If I could sit some place peaceful, in a chair, where would it be?
At the bedside, of my son (although he is 23.)

If I could perform a menial task, what would I choose?
I’d weave the tail of a horse, or flip a pancake, or two.


  1. Capturing the mind and heart, beyond the day yields a glimmer of hope where dreams rest. Thank you, Karen.

  2. Hello! My first visit, will visit you again. Seriously, I thoroughly enjoyed your posts( great poem!). Congrats for your work. If you wish to follow back that would be great I'm at
    Thanks for sharing!

  3. Very beautiful pic:)

  4. Nelson!
    Thank you for visiting!
    Come back (soon!)


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