As we grow from a seed to a flower let us bloom with each touch of the sunshine against our seed buried beneath the soil of the ground from MOTHER NATURE, like that from the womb of a OUR mother that gives us life like a tree of LIFE GIVEN LIFE TO GROW AND BLOOM LIKE THE FLOWER OR TREE YOU WERE TO BE BORN.
Those girl’s only campouts Left her in puppy love withdrawal Of boyfriend blues But now love notes need not be saved For future reading Because paper airplane whispers Are near as the air they breathe
Her woodsy smile comes naturally in a place where her laughter echoes the babbling brook Like a girl scout saving her cookie sales In a piggy bank of pennies for love To be spent on this summer’s day When childhood is far away
Stan at the station waits. An indelible legacy remains. Many millions mourn. Remembered in print, splashed on the silver screen. A force for good to Valhalla flies.
What of Cousin Joey? On a bench nearby. Not yet fifty years achieved. This morn Into pick up truck climbed. Through eternal portal passed. More finite the group of loved ones to mourn. Yet equally bereft.
Whose legacy be remembered most? Whose ripple extends as far? In someone’s eyes both super heroes. Remembered for good deeds. ...
DUP let's show our poetic support to one of our fallen poets and to let his family know how much we cared for LiamReddus, a poet, a husband and a father, through poem, a thought, let him know he will be surely missed in words and his deeds
Anonymous 16th Aug 2019 3:26pm Ive never ran a marathon but ive ran. I do a 5 mile morning run 10 mile when i need to get my head straight. But i train as though a mad man sometimes
Anonymous 14th Aug 2019 8:56pm As always miss an amazing write nevermind the message i sent