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Oh, take me back, Won't you please? Back to the time when My hair fell down to my knees. Back when life was slower.
There is a wall I've built. Strong Stone Covered in ivy. Lush Green It goes around my heart. Tender Soft To pro
You came to me, strong and sure You lifted me up with capable arms You set me on my feet. You hide yourself, You hi
Feeling Fucked Up by Etheridge Knight Lord she—s gone done left me done packed / up and split and I with no wa
Little traveler of rose bush, Eater of aphid, thrip and scale. Red of shell, Black in spot, Garden friend. My baby
Good question. What is a gentleman? It isn't so easy to answer as you might expect. The answer varies from female
Hair back? Check. Hands washed? Check. Here we go. Measuring, slicing, dicing, peeling, grating, sauteeing, deglazi
I wrote this a few months ago, part of my grieving process. October, 25 days till my youngest would have been 12.
It had been a hard day at work... but the weather was nice... still sunny, warm.. well, warm enough. T-shirt weather.
nothing will ever seem the same when you leave the beginning you start the end. the safest place is so near but yet s
Foundation strong.
Made of stone
And hewn wood.
Exterior of brick and mortar.
To stand the test of time.
My walls are sound,
Ceilings high.
Color splashed hither and yon.
Warm, inviting.
Peaceful.
Glossy antiques,
Wingback chair, rug of Persia
Polished wood ready for a stroke.
Windows unfettered,
Wide open to allow in soft breezes.
Restful beds.
Wood floors gleaming mellowly in the sun.
Kitchen grand and fine.
Good smells emanating from within.
Bathtub full of deep water,
Begging for a long soak.
Candles, oils, book, glass of wine.
If you throw open the sashes you will see
That I have planted deep roots.
Wide to lush green fields,
Everything in bud and blossom.
The Return of life
From Earth,
Back to the entrance.
Hidden in ivy,
Surrounded by thorns.
But within this wall of Green,
Is a door of Red.
The Heart.
The Force,
Leading to the Hearth,
Where I peacefully watch.
Generations unfolding before my eyes.
I am a House,
Built to be the Anchor,
The firm Rock
On which Time unfurls.