Looking beyond the cracks
silently light filters threw the the cracked window
capturing floating lint dancing on the wind
with graceful swirls and dance moves like a leaf
each of Jodi's friends scattered their words
leaving fingerprints as proof of their colorful love
even though broken the glass is smugded...
I dream in color, write poetry, talk about God, parent kids and finally wonder about it all
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January 15th
One year ago today I began to eat differently. It is called the Ketogenic diet and the information is out there for free ...

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Thursday, February 10, 2005 Lions, Tigers and HAMSTERS..... oh my I have been sick. Very sick...acute bronchitis (as opposed to ugly bronch...
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Wednesday, December 8, 2004 The best early Present I have ever received: (A letter from my mom in e-mail box today) (yes, this is me.) ...
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Wednesday, April 6, 2005 Death It is in living that we march slowly towards the finish line that we all face and it is in the small moments ...
Hi, Christina. I`ve been out of the loop I see. I`ll have to figure out the Jodi reference!
ReplyDeleteHugs,
V
Got it!
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V
Hi Sweetie,
ReplyDeleteI love this poem, it's really deep and soulful.
Love,
Mom