I am nothing more
Than the dream of my children
The dream of my childhood
The light of Love’s memories
Seen through my Heart.
I Love You
Rambling thinking ideas dawningPapers folding leaving marks Unsure writing in the dark
Flowing loving feelings ebbingPracticalities awakening
Information begins filteringThrough the lighted cracks
Hopeful waiting wishing holding
Memories treasured now arefleeting
Little voiceschime beginnings Of the clean slate day.