*hopefully, this speaks for itself. aml..k

When tears stream
Like, water down the drain
Where creases form across the pages
Too wet... too ripe with pain

Why then, should blissful smiles stretch
To frame the canvas, torn and tattered
What thoughts prevail in such a wretch
That peace exudes from one so shattered?

How does the soul, so recognize
Mistakes that must needs rectify
Perhaps, found in the soft blue eyes
Of abiding bridegroom standing by

For in as much as past can blemish
Tarnish hearts of lessor grit
Encase said organ drowned and frozen
Rarer those, who quicken it


*I want to personally thank everyone for your well wishes and prayers. As Tom has reported, I am on the mend and resting..(okay..trying to rest ~grin~).
I am more than grateful for the support and outpouring of love from all of you.
As I am still not supposed to be up often..Tom will continue to answer any questions and relay messages.
love, hugs and blessings....krissy