My morning was perfectly predictable. No straying from the order I’ve re-composed around the welcoming…no, the resignation of accepting, the beginning of another day. Now the poem I wrote rings through my head and knowing he couldn’t hear the garden symphony tears at my heart and I feel it at my core. Stupid fucking poems. Continue reading “Soldiers never really come home”
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His turn to sing
My garden is a symphony harmonizing with the bees Composer and conductor air moving through a breeze flowers strumming colors keep rhythm with the sun practiced wind picks up the chimes in the background birds talking in the crowd This is no ordinary symphony Do you hear it whisper now Air reaches out to findContinue reading “His turn to sing”
Becoming a Widow 