Laughing as I come through the door
She greets me with her heart
Unable to speak
yet saying much
Her eyes follow me
and her gaze touches my soul
She seems to see what
most people miss
She sees the light within me
She sees my true self
Unable to feed herself, talk,
walk, or use her hands
she teaches much
about spiritual wisdom and love
Yours in Christ,
John Michael
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :D
Wonderful poem, Cindy! (I think of them all the time, which is why I write about them.)
GOD BLESS YOU
TONY
Great write.
God bless,
Lew