Many times one just doesn't see what is in front of them until the fog clears.
I was just being myself
When a voice came to me
Telling me things without
Really knowing who I am
Praising--appreciating--
Caring about me. ..
We talked. ..
Spoke of life & love
With such insight
Like a guardian angel
In disguise. . .
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Be always safe,
Karen
Happy month of March :)