Perfection
One’s youth is a happier
Time by far
When viewed across the
Safely intervening years
And though my hands
Could build a bridge
To take me back to fev’rish
Passions and swift tears
There is a wisdom which
Comes with age
Gleaned from battles fought
And battles won
That whispers for the heart
Alone to hear
Perfection cannot be
Improved upon
Such beautiful words that carry a very special meaning for me, too, right now. Hugs!
Thank you, Theresa, and lots of hugs and prayers going your way.
You are simply a gorgeous woman. Thank heaven for you. I have been pouring over the links you recently sent me, and chose to comment here. We rarely truly know another person’s inside motivation for organizing thoughts and feelings into words. Especially with poetry. But whatever yours were should be honored.
Love you-
H
They say it takes one to catch one. I think you’re gorgeous, too, as well as intelligent, insightful, compassionate and loving. One of these days, when your daughters have children of their own, they will truly appreciate what a remarkable woman their mother is. I, being older and wiser, already know. Thank you for the kindness and love you have always shown to your best friend. That counts for me above all else.
love you always,
your west coast mom