"Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return."
Mary Jean Iron
The flicker of veined light upon my eyelids; the ambient scent of morning upon the breeze and the syphonic sound of birdsong proclaims the dawn of a virgin day To luxuriate curled up in a cosy bed like a contented kitten is a temptation but the day awaits like an unopened gift beneath a Christmas tree The joy of the gift second only to the wonder experienced in the unwrapping
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh- So touchly felt Chanti'- Thanks! Warmly and Sweetly,Sheeeoxo I NEEDED that picture too- Mmmmm...............Enjoy! YOur stirrings within~!
You are the present giver with this inspirational poem that forces us to count our blessings rather then complain of our losses. Well done on this one sweetie,,
Yes, each day is a gift. And within the larger package are still more small gifts to be unwrapped, one-by-one, for those like you who are cognizant of this reality. Very beautiful, Chanti, thank you for the gift you have given me...Lin
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
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