The memory can be of photographs of the minds eye. So is this one.
~What A Sad Lonely Day~
I never knew how much I cared about my friends until I got up one day and looked out the door
as I thought I heard a distant, lonesome, faint, distant calling outside my door.
When I looked outside all I saw was a graveyard, filled with stones,
cold harsh stones that were covered with the names of my friends, those that had been.
It was a sad day.
It was a lonely day.
I missed my friends.
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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Barbara Sue,
aka Grandma Baba
Regis