I can only dream
and in dreaming
catch glimpses
of those days I now cherish
that used to come
so often
that I didn't really count them
and now
I can only wish
for one
now and then
We've missed your honest and heartfelt poetry, Sue. This flows as if a leaf falling from a tree on a quiet Autumn morning. "I can only dream/and in dreaming/catch glimpses/of those days I now cherish...". A beauty, like a sigh...
At the young of age of seven, Jill's mother Eve takes her for regular sessions to a child psychologist for treatment of her anxiety, which only makes her behavior worse. When she reaches her teens, she starts drinking and then smoking marijuana with
In Spirit,
Bear
Eileen
Be always safe,
Karen
hugs
fee
Hugs, Lin
Regis
I ejoyed reading this Well peened
Short Poetic piece
Love & peace be with you
William