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.
Very nice poem, lg!ReplyDelete
Thank you so very much,Lynn.ReplyDelete
Capturing the mind and heart, beyond the day yields a glimmer of hope where dreams rest. Thank you, Karen.ReplyDelete
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