Please Turn the Page
Down
In a ditch
As the storm waters rage
Children
In My Garden
I have all these beauties in my garden
An array of note
Tall, skinny, dotted daffodils
As they grow and grow into roses
Their innocent haze
A thing to praise
While life has not yet claimed them
I watch over them
Protect their intelligence
And nurture their beings
My garden is a bounty of joy
Laughter, silliness, love
My garden (on loan)
I love to behold
My garden of hope
Thankful Mother Hen
I am a woman in my thirties. I have borne no children…yet, I am not childless. I am true believer that it takes a village to raise a child. Therefore, I have the tendency to adopt friends children as if […]